the fifo wife

Have just spent the afternoon changing my lounge room around…after one of my canine children peed on the rug…me not a happy camper…but she got locked inside all night by mistake…so somewhat of an excuse? But hey I dont have anything else to do huh… Anyway Im so happy with the results that is makes me wonder why I didnt do it sooner..so with this as inspiration Im going to tackle my hallway with some long awaited frames and mirrors. If the result is anything remarkable I’ll post you some pictures.

Dont forgett my little ella bache giveaway…I wish I could something to my lovely overseas readers..perhaps something little in the post? Let me know becasue Im real thankful for your blogship somedays its what puts the spring in my step and for that Im thankful. Blogship;  Is that a word? Well I have proclaimed FIFO Wife Day why not a word huh?

So its the weekend and we all know how I feel about that but I really hope that you have a wonderful one what ever your doing.

Talk tomorrow?

xxD

Okay so we have mother’s day, father’s day, red nose day, valentine’s day there is a day for everyone and everything but what about FIFO wife day? A day for us to be pampered, rested or just sit  and do whatever we like because when we aren’t being a mum we are being dad, the plumber, the electrician, the accountant and every other hat wearing professional and tradesman possible. We are the ultimate multi taskers.

Here’s the plan FIFO wife day is a day where you can kick up your heels or lay horizontal all day if you so desire whilst someone else does the hard yards for you. You don’t have to give money, raise money, just do nothing but PLEASE YOUR SELF. Simple. Whether it’s all day or just fifteen minutes for the day it’s okay because on FIFO wife day its allowed it’s an official day I said so. So what do you think sounds good huh?

SO in honour of all us FIFO wives I’m nominating FIFO wife day 10th of March and to celebrate that (and my impending 35th birthday to which I had chosen the 4th…which is also my birthday..for those that wish to write that down..lol.. but it seems its clean up Australia day and that’s just not fair) I’m giving away a $50.00 gift voucher to Ella Bache for you to do with what you like and whatever else I can round up…(I know its not massive but its out of my own little pocket and Im afraid with three dogs and four kids and one husband the pockets aren’t that deep). I’ll let you know as we go but I’m thinking whatever I would like to do for that day will go into the pot.

All you have to do is hit that little subscribe button delivered by feed burner button  (just to the right of the screen otherwise I don’t know your name to put you in the running) and if you have already don’t worry your already in the running…so tell your friends, tell your mum, your neighbour..most importantly tell your husbands and your babysitters because pretty soon it’s going to be your day off…Ella Bache or not.

Can’t wait..Winner drawn by random on the 1st of March..

xxDeb

PS..I don’t have any affiliation with Ella..I just liked their products in my former life and they are Australia wide..it’s that simple..oh and its not really a day off not legally anyway just so we are clear. I don’t need any lawsuits I cant afford one.

So we all know how much I (don’t) love the weekends they completely throw a spanner in the routine they do and this weekend was no different. I guess that will change once the boys start activities on the weekend and then I will just hate the school holidays then. So this week whilst I was musing about my misspent youth (now that I’m almost thirty freaking five) and how often I would pub crawl on a Saturday night compared to the now; Saturday nights and Scooby and the gang, I had an idea.  A park crawl. A park crawl as opposed to a pub crawl. Not as equally exciting or as intoxicating for me but fun all the same. A park crawl. A perfect way to spend a fantastic summers day; a perfect way to fill in another day until FIFO  husband is home.

There are some fantastic parks (some with some great walking tracks) in the area so I picked four including one skate park (the only one in the area for us) which would be good for bigger kids should you also decide to have a park crawl of your own. I packed breakfast, morning tea and lunch, so a little planning is required as is packing the car of scooters. I didn’t tell the boys just piled them into the car as soon as they woke. We went so early to get to the skate park before the bigger kids got there and my boys got it in the way and before it go to hot. I will say despite the typical stereotype image of skater kids I have met so many nice kids there polite and well mannered any mum would be proud. However my boys attempting to do there tricks not matter how cute to me is nothing but painful for a teenager.

We went from park to park picnicking breakfast, morning tea and lunch (my favourite part). The boys had a ball. I got to read a little when I wasn’t playing and some in depth discussions where had over cold pizza. I loved it. I was told over and over again they loved me. The planning was well worth it. The best part some lessons were learnt thanks to watching other naughty children…now boys that’s why we don’t hit each other with sticks and that’s what happens when some mum’s don’t get cranky enough. So the boys played and played till they could play no more and I have woken this morning without a hangover. Perfect, I can’t wait to-do it again when fife husband is home.

Tell me again what we are doing this for? Happiness, stability, security, to be able to retire by the time we {fifo husband} is forty? No. Its paris. Paris Paris Paris. I want to to go.. well… I have been yes I have been and I loved it. Fifo husband loved it and I want too go again. For awhile and by that I mean months maybe a year. I want to take my kids there to attend school so they can have french school lunches….lol..

Its been my dream since we went back in 2004…oh that seems so long ago….thats a lifetime ago. That was my self indulgent dream for me and now what I want for us is to be the first one to show my boys the world…thats my plan..I want to show them the world. Good and bad. It will happen. I know it will happen but in the mean time I sit and look at pictures like these and imagine myself there. Imagine my boys there. Imagine fifo husband and I there. It will happen and I cant wait.

xxDeb