That’s a bit of a rhetorical question I guess; I know where the past fortnight went. Down the rabbit hole of newborn baby/surgery recovery/being a mum in the lead up to Christmas! I was feeling pretty ordinary for a couple of weeks, but with a bit of help from daycare for the toddler, and my lovely family & friends, by the beginning of week three I was starting to perk up. This past week I’ve felt great, am coping well with the lack of sleep and starting to get a few things done that aren’t just taking care of baby/kids and trying to keep up with washing & tidying! Getting a little computer time, a little reading time, and a little socialising time too!
Had Katrina visit Tuesday morning, and on Wednesday, Jo & I took the boys to the YMCA playgroup, which was really good – lots of programs there that we’re interested in, so will probably spend a bit of time there next year.
Spent the morning in the city centre on Thursday, but bub wasn’t impressed with a shopping morning – managed to achieve most of my goals anyway, which was good.
Susan & Nate came round Friday to tell us about their NZ trip, though for some reason the boys weren’t as good st playing together as they usually are.
Saturday, husband took the big kids to cricket in the morning (and did some sneaky birthday shopping on the way home!), then we all walked down to the swim school at midday for levelling assessment. And in amongst that week, we had lots of other visits too!
Yesterday was my 37th birthday, and along with lots of very kind good wishes via friends online, I was lucky enough to celebrate with old and new Tassie friends in real life! Tansy, Finchy & the girls came up from Hobart for the day (SO appreciate that effort, and the cakes!), the Flinthart clan (unfortunately sans Natalie) came in from Scottsdale, as usual bearing food, and cricket gear! Newer friends Susan, Paul & little Nate and Jo and John with Sophie & James joined us too, and we had a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon in the park, on a gorgeous Tassie summer day! Despite a cake mishap which saw a four year old charge straight through a platter of newly frosted cupcakes, and a few cricket related injuries (the worst being Mr Flinthart attacking a tree with his face – I think the tree came out of the encounter the winner!), it was a simply delightful day, and I’m so thankful for the company to celebrate with. Baby was AWESOME, sleeping almost the entire time except for two very mini feeds! A great day.
And another enjoyable one yesterday – Susan & I drove out to Scottsdale to one of the last open Chickenfeed (cheap shop!) stores in Tassie to do a littleChristmas trinket shopping. We also raided Woolies, then called in on the injured Mr Flinthart, who promptly whipped up some exotic soup to charm Susan!
This morning I caved to three weeks of begging and took the baby in to the kids’ school. Miss Seven’s show & tell theme this week was “something precious” so I guess that was a no brainer 🙂 Teachers & kids were all appropriately impressed with bub, and Master Two enjoyed the visit as well – he quite liked hanging out in the Year 1 class doing drawings!
So in all, now I’m starting to feel normal again, we’re enjoying our end of year silly season lead up! Looking forward to the next few weeks (and I gotta say, glad NOT to be moving!) of the holiday season.