the fifo wife daily {play dough my saving grace}

School holidays are here..offically. We are only into the third week and already Im struggling. So here is my saving grace…play dough hmmm you say. Yes I know its messy, gets stuck in everything but it works and keeps them busy for just a little longer and buys me a little more time for getting my own jobs done.

So when I see that look or feet starting to drag. I throw out the play dough on the table and say go for it. I have always made my own, its so easy it makes no sense to buy it. Play dough is fantastic for helping with fine motor skills and all that jazz. I keep mine in the fridge and it last a little longer.

Playdough

2 cups (300g) plain flour

 1/2 cup salt

 2 tsp cream of tartar

 1 cup (250ml) warm water

 2 tsp vegetable oil

 Liquid food colouring

How to:

  1. Place the flour, salt and cream of tartar in a large bowl, and stir until combined. Make a well in the centre, add the water and oil, then stir until a dough forms.
  2. Turn the dough on to a non-stick surface and knead for 2-3 minutes or until smooth.
  3. Add the food colouring, a few drops at a time, and knead through the dough until you have the desired shade. If the dough becomes too sticky, add a little more flour.

Note: This playdough will keep for one week. Cover with plastic wrap and store in an airtight container.

the fifo wife daily {Interior: love that mirror}

 

Because I love vintage found this little jem over at traditional home.

This the first apartment of Lauren Mc Grath daughter to the very successful Interior designer Suzanne Mc Grath.

Hmmmm…I only wish I’d had the style, knack and tenacity at such a young age.

The apartment is incredibly small typical of New York city living so each furnishing had to meet at least one of three criteria to give it longevity beyond the first-nest phase of Lauren’s life.

“First, it had to have some kind of family history,” says Suzanne. “Second, it had to be easily transformed either in function or fashion to suit the space. And finally, it had to be versatile enough to move from room to room so it could be used in other residences over Lauren’s lifetime.”

Lauren adds, “We’re not interested in chasing the latest trend. We’re all about investing wisely in classic pieces that I can, potentially, own forever.”

Love Love Love

the fifo wife daily {a near miss}

 

I had a near miss yesterday with a very large fast moving truck. I cant stop thinking about it. It was on a stretch of road where old and new has met on a slight bend. The truck leaned into the bend while a mound of dirt that has been left on the edge of the join also threw me into the bend. I was at the time doing the speed limit if not less.

I saw what was going to happen before it had happened. I had hit this bend before. I tried to slow down and braced the steering wheel holding my breath literally but the truck didn’t slow down, there was no where to go safely. He just kept going if anything he speed up perhaps he didn’t but it felt that way.

I swerved to miss the trucks back end, hit a pot hole (as you have in a new stretch of road) and fish tailed somewhat out of control. I remembered to just take my foot of the accelerator, no brakes, relax on the steering wheel and just slow down go with the flow so to speak. Its what my parents taught me when I started to drive. (I’m not sure if that’s the technical and correct way to get out of a sticky situation but it worked yesterday) I slowed right down until I came to a stop.

I looked in my rear vision mirror as the truck kept going not even stopping. The dog crate in the back had tipped over and the kids had hit their heads on the side of the car. I didn’t cry, I didn’t even swear, I just fixed up the dog’s and the crate, insured the kids where good and got back in the car, thinking to myself  ‘I’m glad I didn’t panic that could have been messy’.

But now perhaps delayed shock it has occurred to me since though that my whole world was in that car, my husbands whole world was in that car. Really everything that was important was in that car. I’m sure its the same for you.

Its given me a fright, a real fright and to be honest I wish there was an alternative to me driving right now but I guess its a matter of ‘sucking it up’ and getting on with it. I cant avoid driving here there is no such thing as public transport and big trucks and farm equipment are common as the city has taxis.

Now I’m no angel to the occasional bouts of ‘come on’ and the arm throwing that comes with that but I’m since I have had kids I have been so careful to control my behaviour in the car. Before kids I drove to fast and took risk that seem ludicrous now all to save what I thought was a hugh amount of time when in reality it was minutes if that. Looking back I was a selfish driver. I only considered myself on the road. It was about when and where “I” had to get too. Everyone else just got in the way. My past behaviour behind the wheels is somewhat regretful. Im just lucky I didn’t kill anyone.

All I can ask is for others to slow down, we are all as important as each other.

xxD

the fifo wife daily {happy new year}

Happy new years my friends. I hope that you have a fantastic evening filled with fun. 2011 has been a good year for me full of learning curvesall to which Im grateful for and Im so looking forward to 2012, despite the fact it brings my 35th birthday with it.

Whilst I don’t intend to see the new year in (the next day is too hard when I’m on my own with the boys ie tired and cranky kids well thats the excuse IM using and sticking to it). We; me and the boys are having a dear friend come over for dinner and a movie. I couldn’t think of a nicer way to start the new year. Waking up sober. Hang over free in the new year.

I hope 2012 brings you everything your heart desires. I will see you next year.

Again I wish you all the best dear friends be safe.

xxD

a fifo wife {fifo life: wish I could keep my mouth shut}

You know the one thing I wish I could do? Keep my mouth shut about when and where FIFO husband works and the fact that Im on my own for a month at a time. I’m not sure if its a mixture of pride, the need for a chat, or the naive country bumpkin in me that blurts out all most everything including where I don’t have to keep the spare key because we don’t have or need one.

Stupid I know. Every time I do it. One day it will bite me on the arse and I will come home to find some strange man or women sitting in my lounge room with a rope and dagger…lol..seriously its stupid of me. Its contradictory to the fact that I keep FIFO husbands size 16 (yep that’s right 16) work boots at the back door and his dress shoes displayed in the bedroom. Like that’s going to deter a would be robber, kid napper or rapist.

Its a security issue I need to keep in check. Its commonsense to keep that info to myself especially when chatting to strangers about the kids (yep I’m that bad) It would save the idiodic talking too I give myself after. New Years resolutions I don’t make but this is one I’m going to try and make a must.

xxD