The Every Day

a fifo wife {orgainised: Staying Sane..being orgainised}

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Part of staying sane with three boys is being organised, especially with all their activities after school such as swimming, basketball etc. So I have a take on this idea of having all their extra cirricular bits gathered in my laundry (although one day I will have a mudroom as well as a laundry. The idea of a mudroom is just so practical) on the floor under a bench not unlike this one, that way they can sit to put their shoes on etc. It just has to be done I got so tired of the chaos before, after and during a game looking for things. It makes the event unpleaseant all that chaos before hand.

So instead of lovely linen baskets which although look lovely are completly impractical for keeping everything in including shoes. Instead I use square plastic buckets instead with big luggage tags with each boys name on it. Using the buckets is easier to keep clean especially with the red dirt here in Nth Qld and it doesn’t matter if my two year old B3 decided to cart it around the back yard. They also can be picked up and taken straight to the car.

In our house it works like this. The morning before say swimming the boys are responsible for ensuring they have everything they need in that bucket, they no what they need. If they dont have it they go with out. Simple. After each activity everything is placed back in its bucket or hung on its hook and if its lost or not there they go without until the next buying round which happens only twice a year.

Each boy also has a hook for his school bag, winter coat and hat. The same rules apply.

xxD

 

The Every Day

a fifo wife { me: A little blue…}

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Okay so I’m determined that this journal/blog will be honest and today my sweet friends I’m a little blue. I don’t know what it is I’m just having trouble getting my ‘stuff’ together and I feel a little blue. I think if we are all honest we all feel a little blue from time to time. Its natural for the lifestyle that we lead but its a horrible feeling and I hate it. It feels lonely, despite being surrounded by a household full of rambling dinosaurs aka three boys, its lonely.

However I do remember a piece of advice I read somewhere when I was going through a bad patch of many many blue days (it was a literal sea of black) and that was get to dressed and put your shoes on, because lets face it when you are feeling a little blue getting out of your pj’s can sometimes be a effort. So I’m off to shower get dressed, put my shoes and listen to a little black eyed peas.

xxD

The Every Day

a fifo wife {pregancy: Giving birth…B1 mine and his story}

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Today six years ago I was ten days over due and had a gutful literally. I wanted him out of me. I demanded and I do mean demand to be induced…stupid really but that’s my nature..I learn by my mistakes..I shouldve waited for him to come when he was ready. I was induced the next day because despite the attending sticking both his hands in a place that really shouldn’t go this baby still didn’t get the hint it was time to move on out, something that is true to his nature and I dont doubt that it will follow him into adult hood. I dont think this child will ever leave home.

Anyway so being induced is painful more so than ordinary labour they tell me and worst part is you are strapped to a bed, with drips and monitors. You cant go anywhere can’t do anything. Its painful. You cant imagine the pain you really can’t unless of course you have been there. So after ten hours I wanted a epidural I tried so hard to go natural. Crazy part was I was worried about being noisey making a scene embarrassing myself..the things you learn because as I learn there is no such thing as shame and modesty when giving birth.

The nigh before being induced I remeber saying to my husband on the way home in the car I have a high pain threshold I don’t need a birth plan (something most pregnacy books had suggested) I dont need to know how the birth will unfold and whilst it may upset some people I’m sorry birth plans are  a silly idea good in theory I suppose it lessens the fear of the unknown, thinking that you have some sort of control. But I know women that get so stuck on birth plans its crazy giving birth is not something you can control you have to go with the flow and whats right for you and the baby. My birth plan (the one in my naive little mind) was Id be induced in a few hours he’ll be out, I’ll be out walking home the next day looking fab and thats as far as a the birth plan went..I’ll be right..after all if the hippie down the road ala natural so can I do it I can. Yes well, what she failed to tell me was the gas she inhaled worked for her..me it just made me sick.

So I asked my doctor after ten hours of panting and trying not to scream I wanted ; no I needed a epidural. No you can wait he said  You have to be joking me I panted…I wasn’t dilating, I was hurting, I was tired and I was scared and then he says to me ‘what would you have done a hundred years ago’ I will never ever forget it I was aghast and I couldve mustered the strength at that point to kill him had I not been worried about making a scene however twenty minutes later I got my epidural and for the next four hours I sat playing uno with my husband while my stomach contracted away..it was bizarre truly. The funniest thing was my husband brought waterproof uno cards just in case what was he thinking, I still have never asked why he brought waterproof cards.

My few hours turned into fifteen and my ala natural birth turned in a emergency c-section. I didn’t care and I still dont it was the way it was ment to be. I just wanted him out, I wanted to see him, meet him I wanted the whole thing over. They say (some mothers ) c sections are surgical, cold. and for the weak. They aren’t, well mine wasn’t (and neither was my subsequent two). I remember every moment of my c section every pull, every tug, every fear and tear that I had and I remember the joy and overwhelming sense of love at seeing by big beautiful 10 pound 9 boy healthy and laying on my chest. It was perfect and I wouldnt change a thing.

So happy Birthday Austin. You make me so very happy and proud my baby. You teach me something new everyday. Thank you.

I love you so very much-mummy xx

xxD.

The Every Day

a fifo wife {fifo life: kiss and make up}

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kiss and make up
image with thanks to vinatge love

So we kissed and made up after our little tiff (which incidentally was over me not wanting to go to the city) well he stewed and sulked and carried on for a few days why I don’t know, I think that’s a man thing. I think that’s the hardest part after an argument is allowing for the dust to settle. Giving each other the ‘space’ to settle and calm down unfortunately I don’t have a lot of patience for drama and carry on so I’m always like for Christ sake lets get this over with. We are also unlike many we are  not like a passionate italian couple we are more like its our first ever fight its crazy we tip toe around each other being all coy and ridicolous after all its been 12 years. Anyway we are back to being all loved up.

Here’s to a great month.

xxD

The Every Day

a fifo wife {fifo life: relationships: lover or a fighter…}

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So we have had our first argument for the month. When we do fight its generally early on in the month off and I think its because its we are adjusting to having each other around after the intial bliss of him being home. This fight was my fault really; I misunderstood something and created a disaster with the end result being a argument due to his frustration and but it makes me wonder my sweets what are you are you a lover or a fighter?

Me I’m a lover. I always watch my tongue and will run at the first sign of voices being raised or things turning ugly. He (husband) is a nasty pasty a trait (in terms of
dragging up old issues and name calling) something he has learnt from his
mother…but I must say in his defence he is learning. When it comes to heated discussions I always say is that the last thing you want me to hear as I leave? You really never know what’s around the corner.

Thank fully we rarely fight, rarely and when we do its never in
front of our children. The argument is ours not theirs. If we get too heated we
both back off leave the situation and inevitably we come back later and talk
about it when both of us are ready. Simple. He as I have learnt is not afraid
of apologies. We compromise for everything. Marriage and all relationships for
that matter is all about compromise.

After all nothing is that important that there has to be a winner
is there?

xxD