the fifo wife daily {day three of no children..procrastionation}

Okay day three and I’m bored. I’m still lost. I feel like I’m wasting these so very precious days but all I can muster is wondering from room to room. I’m blaming the heat its just so damn hot FIFO husband says my brain and body has gone into shut down…lol.

The heat is so stifling that when I went outside yesterday for a quick trip around the yard to take a few snaps of the house (I have just discovered instagram) I had to come back in because it was ridiculously hot. Think trouble to breath. Hot. Yuck. Im sweating. Im sure I smell. I dont want to move. You know that kind of hot?

However today I have vowed to be more productive..lol..sure its 11am and I have done zilch, well not exactly I have walked the dogs and made an appointment to get the new cat ahem desexed and micro-chipped. I think he is ours now given that its been two weeks no one has claimed him and he comes back at meal times to be locked up safe and sound..but apart from those little things that’s it.

I’m procrastinating. I will be honest. I can be such a terrible procrastinator. God how I hate that word ‘procrastinate’ its reminds me of something your doctor may do to you. It just sounds nasty. So in a effort to combat more ‘procrastinating’ I think I might write a list. Perhaps that will help something tangible in my hand something where I have to cross things off. That’s always been a winner for me in the past Did you know that procrastination is considered part  of a mental illness, depending on the degree to what you procrastinate? So large is the populus problem with ‘procrastinating’ that the WA health department have modules to combat procrastination…oh look more procrastinating about procrastinating…I’m just being lazy really I am. I really do have lots to do and really have lots that of things that I want to do it really is just the heat I’m sure.

Because if IM really honest all I want to do is a nice vodka lemonade, the shade of my favourite grapefruit tree (see it in the pic isn’t she wonderful) and a tremendously good book..

Argh this mood is just so frustrating..okay suck it up lets get on with it…

Have a fantastic Monday friends,

xxD

the fifo wife daily {fifo life : stalking fifo husband}

 

Just a something I wanted to share quickly.

This post wont apply to everyone but it might be helpful to other FIFO families with offshore FIFO husbands. FIFO husband works offshore in the oil and gas meaning he is at sea as opposed to a mine on land so he doesn’t always go to the same rig or vessel.

One month when we where having a bout of separation anxiety with B2 I discovered Live Ships Map  Its a vessel tracking map that uses satellite navigation its for use all over the world. You type in the name of the vessel and viola there they are. It doesn’t show a full on picture of the vessel/rig its merely a triangle in the middle of the blue but the kids can zoom in and out see where exactly they are and where they are going and where they have been. They can also see the closest towns and see which other boats are in range.

Sometimes its does say that its out of range but keep trying its a good way for the kids to see physically where daddy is. They also have a gallery of the vessels sometimes they have pictures times they don’t but when we go to a new vessel I always try and find a picture/web site for daddy’s boat or rig and we have a look through it.

I have found that this is a great way to ease any ‘seperation anxiety’ that the boys may have. After all each month is different.

Hope you having a great weekend friends,

xxD

the fifo wife daily {hmm is it bedtime yet?}

That month went by quick huh? I dropped FIFO husband and FIFO kids off at the airport. New Year is lingering but we are officially back into the FIFO life for another year. Husband is flying back to work and the kiddies are spending a week with Nanna and Poppa so I can have a little rest. Now Im all alone, with the exception of the four dogs, three chickens and a newly found cat heaven forbid I have nothing to feed and take care of, apart from moi.

I arrived home and I thought I would run round the house Home Alone style but nothing. Came in dropped the keys and threw myself onto the bed and instead of relief I feel nothing. Right now I don’t really know what to do with myself. Im feeling a little lost like my arms have been hacked off. The house is so damn still. I’m not sure if I like it. I am sure I will get use to it though.

I have been dreaming of this week for six months and I have been contemplating all the things that I can do childless shop, art galleries, cafes, clean, paint, write, garden, massage, day spa and being able enjoy a red wine or dozen. All these things sounds so good but disappointingly guess what is forefront in my mind now that my week has arrived.Guess what I really want to do.

Sleep. I will get to sleep..alone..without being woken..I may even sleep in until say 7am. Where I then may stay in bed and read and perhaps sleep some more. Im so looking forward to bedtime. Im developing a little ritual in my mind as I write. How exciting is that. I can shower with out someone yelling mum mum where are you, I can watch some rubbish TV,  I can wear my favourite home alone pyjama’s, I can sip on some damn fine good red wine, oh I can read a book undisturbed, oh no.. even better I can sleep in the middle of the bed unfurled instead of being twisted like a pretzel. I might just wake rested? Go figure rested and in a good mood from the minute my soon to be painted tootsies hit the floor.

Is that ever so pitiful that on a Saturday childless night all I’m looking forward to is bedtime and some good sleep? I mean really good sleep. I call it drunk sleep. I miss that sleep.

How times have changed.

Hmm so what to do before now and then perhaps a nice red will help me ease into the peace and very quite.

wish me luck

xxd

the fifo wife daily {christmas kilo’s they have arrived}

Our FIFO Christmas for us here at the FIFO family has been and gone. Tree has gone, decorations are down  and expectedly/ unexpectdly the Christmas weight has arrived and it doesnt look like its leaving anytime soon. It seemed too arrive yesterday morning. Yesterday morning I said it was just fluid ..”yeah right’….but this morning it was still a struggle to do up the zipper. Its definatly not fluid. Dread is the word Im looking for. I did hear somewhere that it takes three days for weight to appear after unusual eating so could it really be ‘fat’? Im dissappointed in myself.

I don’t think that I ate like a mad women possessed by tiramisu and pork crackling or did I? I know that Christmas morning I was guilty of eating the kids chocolates and lollies as a pre breakfast nibble (I was hungry I woke at 4am to beat the kiddies) and since then have been eating the Belgium’s like they are raisins. Surely that wouldn’t equate to two kilograms in weight. I know I didn’t exercise because I didn’t have time to fit it in. I was to busy being a good host only problem is now that I couldn’t fit that exercise in (but could fit in the second helping of breakfast waffles) I now cant fit in to my favourite jeans.

I know two kilograms doesn’t sound like much but I’m only small. 157cm to be exact. I cant afford to carry too much weight. As soon as I put it on it shows. As as I put it on I can feel it. That for me leads to self esteem issues, as it is I have very little of that, and health issues. It comes back predominatly to health issues. I’m annoyed with myself. I have just managed to get my weight down to 63kg after averaging 69kg for the past six years now I’m back to 65kg. Arrgh! Pre children I was 54kg. I felt wonderful, slender and fit.

I know how I feel about myself fluctuates and today is no different. Most days I know I’m healthy I eat well, I don’t drink and don’t smoke. I know that I’m fit because I run 8km four days a week. On the days that I remember that I’m healthy ( and whats more important than that?) I feel great some days even sexy. But then there are days like today when I feel so horrible that I wonder why cant I get rid of this horrible excess ‘fat’ and wish that I was a part of brigade that demand head to toe coverings.

Now I don’t want to be a size 6/8. Those days are gone. My attitude now is a little bit of weight is good. I think women look great as 12 or a 14. They look like women not prepubesent teenage girls. I know 12 and 14 is a number and to be more image consciousness is wrong but its the only way of describing how attractive, confident, healthy women look to me. Think Marilyn, Nigella, Rickie Lee, Sofia Loren and my current favourite(s) Sofia Vergera (modern family) Kym Kardashian (apart from that girls figure there is no other loving going on from me) and Jeniffer Aniston (LOVE HER). For those aspiring to be a Paris Hilton, Kate Moss, Nicole Richie and arent built that way naturally just think about this you need somthing to fall back on if you where to get sick now thats my mother talking..lol..FIFO husband well he doesnt care as he shouldnt but us women we do. We are our biggest crictic’s arent we..

Today  however I’m blaming my age. My body is no longer able to sustain eating like I was 28 years old without the two hours in the gym its just not possible. My body is failing me, or I’m failing my body, I’m not sure which. What ever it is but today I feel horrible. Its fat day. I feel heavy and like a dowdy bare foot pregnant house wife; without being pregnant. Its yuck and it doesn’t help that its been like being in an oven these past two days.

I’m tempted by the very impressive infomercials but I have never been one to get into those diet fads I think it just starts a never ending cycle. After all what happens when you finish your $169.00 jar of body trim or tony Ferguson stops being your friend? All that cost money I cant afford and don’t really want to part with.

I have always believed eating right and exercise is the key. Its common sense really. Isn’t it? It makes sense that if I ate like a crazed women for two days that weight would follow? Moderation. You can have it all in moderation, the french apparently do. If only I had remebered that as I shoved a fifth Ferraro Roche in my mouth claiming it was Christmas but then even at Christmas its all moderation. Damn it.

Ahh I think I have just talked myself into feeling healthy fat? Is that possible? I think that it is…so I guess its back to the grind stone…afterall if you do the crime you do the time..suck it up baby…here I come Wilma (that the name I gave my runner) be there in five.

For those not had christmas yet…take heed..moderation is the key

xxDebbie

the fifo wife daily {oh happy day lollie fairy lights}

I love fairy lights and use them in my boys room even when its not Christmas, so I’m always looking for fun ways to decorate with them for my boys. Fairy Lights are a great idea for a night light. So here is what I have found over at Oh Happy Day.

Oh Happy Day is a seriously envy worthy blog. A beautiful over talented ( I say that with much affection) American living in Paris she blogs on her daily Parisian adventures, crafty idea’s and favourite finds. One day I will be her (the living in Paris part; I cant claim to be crafty or over talented)

Here’s one of her christmas craft idea’s using fairy lights perfect for me and for the christmas season and yes its copy and pasted (just mentioning that for copy right purposes…I’m so lazy) but you can read it in person on her wonderful blog here.

Materials Needed: corsage boxes, string of lights, scissors, wire or pipe cleaners to fasten, wire cutters, cellophane rolls in different colors, tape

Step 1: Cut a piece of cellophane about 18x 18?.

Step 2: Wrap the string of lights in the cellophane piece making sure you leave the beginning and end of the string out so it can connect to your power source and/or the next piece of candy. This will create the “crackle” of the candy.

Step 3: Put the package of lights into the corsage box and secure it closed.

Step 4: Wrap a larger piece of cellophane around the corsage box making sure there’s enough left over on each end to create the candy shape. Tape it close on one side.

Step 5: Using the wire or pipe cleaners, twist to secure at each end of each side of the corsage box.

Step 6: Leave a few lights in between each “piece” of candy and then repeat until the strand runs out. Use as many strands as you’d like for the space you intend to use.

Step 7: Plug in and watch your candy come alive!