These Days....

...are slowly disappearing.

Having them home. All together. Watching them play.

Days of changing out of our pyjamas at 10am, or maybe even not at all.

Making cakes. Watching movies. Playing outside, riding bikes. Doing craft (getting it all over the floor). Play Doh fun all the hours of the day.

Staying at home. Having no place we need to go.

Those days are coming to an end. Next year we will have to leave the house every week day for school drop off and pick up *gasp*. This will now involve more than one child. No more lazy days snuggling on the couch grabbing my babies. Squeezing them so tightly as they gasp for air.

They are growing so fast and I can't quite believe it.

We will have the weekends. But it's not the same.

Maybe I'm just a tad sentimental.

When they were all born, I was shocked about how much of me they had absorbed. Struggling to keep my sense of self, I yearn for time to myself. I still do.

And now they are leaving, I am staring ME TIME face to face, eye to eye and I got to say. I don't want it.

How shortlived these early years are. I am thankful of every minute I got to have them here with me. I'm certainly making the most out of the rest of this year. To enjoy being at home. Not having to be anywhere. Just being with them. Being us.

It's a strange life...Motherhood.

A new chapter awaits.

I Went on a Holiday to Melbourne and a Volcanic Ash Cloud Pissed Me Off.

I woke crying in the middle of the night. Husband wakes "What's wrong. Are you ok?".

"Perfff Perfff blahh pllhhet" is all I can manage. I drool.

I dreamt there was a problem with our flights. God I am such a hypersensitive idiot. I need to relax.

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I have been beside myself with excitement. Pee my pants excitement here people. We (some friends and I) had a trip to Melbourne planned to catch up with a few friends. For me, the excitement was threefold.

1. No person sharing the same genetic makeup as me would be joining me on the trip.
2. I had not taken a real holiday since the kids joined us in our life. Ok, well yes we have had the odd holiday with the kids but I am still adamant that this is not a holiday, rather just a change of scenery.
3. Shopping will be involved.

We have an early flight out of Perth on Thursday. I re-familiarise myself with air travel. God it really has been ages. I have not been up for the challenge of taking the children on a flight. At this stage I think it can be a bit more than my patience can handle.

We arrive. We eat ice cream. We drink champagne. We shop. We laugh. We pay $15 for a bottle of water at an exclusive Melbourne restaurant. We see the same item at a Deli for $1.50. We laugh some more. We gamble. We win (not me). We lose (me). We eat Macarons. We tram it. Train it. We walk it (or dawdle if we are talking about me). We eat at an Indian restaurant filled with lots of Indians (always a good sign). We eat yummy homemade pizza.

We had lots of fun. But it was time to get home. Our flight was due to leave 8.30pm Melbourne on the following Sunday. I would really hate to admit this but I was missing the kids and their father. *ahem*.

But wait. Oh no. Our flight is cancelled because of the Volcanic ash spewing out of some you know. VOLCANO. A WHAT? A VOLCANO HALF THE WORLD AWAY. Can you believe it? I never travel. I haven't in ages. And this ONE time. THIS ONE TIME WHEN I REALLY NEED TO GET HOME TO CARE FOR MY CHILDREN, OUR FLIGHT IS CANCELLED. Damn you Chilean Volcano. KISS MY BUMCRACK.

There are tears. Ok. Mostly mine. Next flight outa MEL is 2 nights away! TWO NIGHTS! WTF! The injustice!

It was then back at our hotel when I had an amazing sense of Deja-Vu. I dreamt this, about our flights. Bloody stupid half psychic person I am.

So we had an extended holiday in Melbourne. We finally get home. I was excited to see the kids.

I get home. I hold them. I squeeze them. I vow never to leave them ever again.

Then it started. "I'm hungry". "I want something else" "I want Play Doh" "Wipe my bum" "I don't wanna have a bath!" "Googoo GAGA".

It was like I never left.

*I am not psychic. Nor even half psychic. Psycho might be a little more accurate however.

** This post is brought to you by the letter M for Mum. M for Mother-In-Law and H for Husband. Who all chipped in to help out when I was away. THANKYOU x

Date Night

Husband and I went out on a date to the movies last night.

At first I was a little disappointed. This means I have to change out of my Kmart tracksuit at some point and get myself looking less like a bogan.

Husband and I recently celebrated our 8th Wedding Anniversary. When I say "celebrated", I mean we did nothing. We have known each other a long time. I think it would be safe to say that the romance is dying.

I say this because we spent most of our date engaging with our iPhones. I end up Tweeting how suckie my date is. He ends up mesmerized by his new Predators iPhone game.

It was a crappy date. I resolve that he is a bad catch for not talking with me. He is too self absorbed for me to see him anymore. Oh sh*t. Too late. We're married already.

I must point out that the highlight of the date was seeing a young lady, visibly happy to be wearing her Jeggings with a pair of fluffy slippers. She teamed this ensemble with a serious affliction of Visible Panty Line. I was disgusted. Seems not many people get dressed up for the movies anymore.

This makes me cranky.

I didn't need to change out of my tracksuit after all. I could have stayed in them. I mean, I am pretty sure Husband didn't notice what I was wearing anyway.

But seriously Hangover 2 was very funny, go and see it if you can. I loved it. It kind of made up for the dodgy company.

Next time we'll leave the phones at home!

OMG This Blog Looks F*cking Awesome

It totally does, right?

Welcome to the new look This is Taryn. It was definitely time for a change. The old design had to go. That lady who was juggling all those things in the air? Remember her? Well she was starting to give me the sh*ts. Her image was everywhere in the interwebz and I was kinda getting sick of running into her all the time on other Mummy Blogs. Urgh. Unique? Definitely not.

Here is a new look that I am OH MY GOD SO IN LOVE WITH RIGHT NOW.

I would like to give a big sloppy kiss to my friend Sass from MooZoo Designs who designed this whole thing.

She is an uber talented cool chickadee that put up with my endless changes and didn't complain once. Not once. I even offered her the chance to beat me about the head with a blunt object and she so kindly declined.

She has a few pre made templates that are currently FREE. YEAH FREE. Just click on the link above.

So with this new pretty design I have a renewed dedication to post more frequently on this blog *ahem*. Even maybe VLOG. Oh my. Well that is scary.