{a fifo wife} the week I left myself with $74 and grocery shopped like a ninja

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Meal planning and budgeting is like and Olympic sport for me. My accountant called me a magician last year for being able to sustain our finance goals without seeing me enter a facility.

The food, however, is the biggest expense a family can have with the average household spending on average $224.00 at the supermarket. Families also on the average throw out $1036 in food waste every year. While that’s only $20.00 a week, that’s still a decent family get away come, the end of the year.

So last week I royally stuffed up the budget and left myself just $74.00 for the weeks groceries- ordinarily we average $160. Now I could have withdrawn money from other accounts however it was Saturday afternoon; Monday was a holiday I accepted the challenge that $74.00 was it.

Now I didn’t get everything I wanted and this $74.00 challenge doesn’t include any cleaning or personal products I made do for those.

So how I got the most of my $74.00…

  1. I meal planned the week out. I do this ordinarily but this week I did all meals.  Determine breakfast, snacks, lunches and dinners. I only meal plan for five days. In case you’re interested in this particular week we lived it up on Butter chicken {using $3.00 drumsticks on special in the slower cooker}, Sausages and vegetables, Spag Bol, Roast chicken pieces and vegetables, and Beef Curry and Rice.
  2. I utilized the leftovers of the previous week by freezing and using for lunches.
  3. I cooked up a bunch of cupcakes and a sultana cake for snacks with the basics we already had.
  4. This royal challenge saw me using it as an opportunity to use what was in my freezer and pantry. Which was some sausages and blade steak.
  5. I worked out my ingredients for said meals and wrote down what I didn’t have into my shop.
  6.  I then added the other essentials such as bread, milk and cat food.
  7. I then discovered if you can shop without the kids it’s awesome and I took along a calculator {or better still buy online}. I picked last Sunday as my shop day I went in as soon as they opened my eyes peeled for the discount aisle. I was like an elderly stealth bomber, looking for discounted meats. I then literally recorded the amounts down on a piece of paper and then hid down the back end of the store and calculated my shop it’s a wonder I didn’t have security tapping me on the shoulder. I then went through the self-serve checkout because accidentally forgetting to scan an item is less embarrassing than not having the funds for it.
  8. I then placed the ‘meal plan’ on to the fridge and told the kids that what they were eating for the week; surprising it didn’t bomb as much as I thought it would. You could buy yourself something fancy, but that’s more money to spend when you don’t really need to have it, especially when $74 is your budget. Besides, I like the ‘vintage decorative look’ of note paper on the fridge.

Best of luck.

 

{a fifo wife} to many files open and not enough coffee..

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Are you okay mum he said to me this morning.

He leaned in for a hug, and I said I’m tired.

He pulled back looked at me and smiled.

He went back in, and I started to cry not the full blown ugly cry but the thank you for asking me how I feel cry.

The truth is I didn’t sleep well, so I am tired, story of my life. I woke up this morning at 213am, and I don’t know why. I tossed and turned until I heard my husband’s alarm go off, then mine, then mine again.

I got up at 530am.

I sat down and had some breakfast while listening to my husbands tell me about his latest idea and wanting my input. He wanted to use my blog tag line, and it’s not often, but I said no. The blog is the one thing I have that is mine, and I don’t believe it was the right fit for his newest project anyway. Guilt for saying no set in.

He continued asking me questions, and I could see he was getting with frustrated me for not participating.

I want to help him I do. I’m proud of him the idea is a great one, but the reality is I’m almost full something has to give especially at 530 am before I have eaten my toast or had my coffee something has to give.

And I know I’m going to have someone snap at me oh but he works 28 days on but he also has 28 days off from his ‘job’ and I know his job is stressful. And I understand he feels pressure to keep the money coming in I know all of that, but this is my blog for women like me, and this isn’t anything against him. He is an amazing, kind man who will do anything to make my dreams come true.

Yet many women like me don’t stop working when their husband come home. He helps out, we are a team through and through and he is AMAZING. I am not complaining about him and all that he is done for us, but I guess what we forgot about for women. Us women and mum’s are as busy as chicken in a hen house. We have so much going on especially in our head its no wonder I often get out of the shower having just shaved one leg.

Myself alone I am currently working two jobs, raising three kids, running around said, three children. I am an entertainment officer come the weekend. I am the treasure for maintaining one house and several other investments while trying to ensure as much money is in the bank as possible because in two swings there will be no job. Doing it all while trying to ensure everyone gets what they want. The crazy part is I like being that busy I like being that full on but currently I’m battling severe anxiety which until yesterday was resigned just to my blog but as of yesterday that anxiety that overthinking the need to vomit spilled over into my everyday life which ticked me off no end. It made me angry because I have too many files in my brain open. I am tired of battling that little shit anxiety I liked it better when it didn’t have a name and was just a quirk but it’s no longer a quirk its anxiety and I’m tired of the way he dictates me. However its not about that its just about having to much going on too many balls in the air.

So I guess what can you learn from this? Whatever you need to but you can start with allow your wives to drink their coffee, have their toast before asking them what you think the new tag line should be for your great idea be.

xxDeb

 

The tale of an emotional affair

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I never meant to have a relationship with her he said to me. I breathed in because I never intended to have this conversation with him. I had heard about his indiscretion but wasn’t sure. The conversation started because we were talking about the break-up of some mutual friends. I had made a judgemental comment as you do, like a know it all 25-year-old, and so I looked at my feet with uneasiness as he continued.

We weren’t unhappy Melissa and I but, she stopped talking to me about everything. I would try and talk to her, and she would brush me off or tell me I imagined things. She was working hard. I was working hard, and our marriage was okay, but I felt mutual towards her. We had got to that point I suppose where it was just a given. She never said anything to say hey thanks or I appreciate that I was just there you know. He looked at me to see if I understood. I smiled in return as a yes, and he continued. Having said that I knew she loved me and in honesty, I can be needy. I like loving if you understand me, it was my way of reassurance really.

I smiled again while he leaned back in his chair and began.

We met at work this girl and me, and we just got along. We played around with each other pranks, teasing it was fun and before I knew it, I was more excited about going to work than going home. Pretty soon I was making excuses to stay late just to be with her that few minutes longer. I would text her all the time, and I would get excited to hear from her when I wasn’t at work. I would wear things she liked. She made me feel like I had personality. Like I was worth listening to and being around.

I smiled again not knowing what else to do.

It was never physical he said although I would think about how she felt to touch all the time. I would think about how badly I wanted to kiss her, but 25 years married, and four kids will keep you in a reality check of what you will lose. The intimacy in our marriage was good, but it was routine. We met young and married four years later; routine is bound to happen if you let it, and the same goes for being invested in each other he said knowingly.

He looked at me as he swung in his chair. I looked at him again wondering why he was telling me really. Why share this with me? because I didn’t know what to do with this information apart from changing the judgemental comment I had made.

I never did have sex with her, he said with such seriousness. Thought about it and wanted to. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t want to sleep with anything that move he clarified. Just her, only, because she ‘got me’. I wanted to know what she looked like when she slept and when she woke up. What she felt like to touch. I tried to work out if I loved her or was infatuated with her because she made me feel like myself. She made me feel alive. Something I had lost in my marriage.

I pulled the chair out from under the desk and sat because the conversation wasn’t ending anytime soon, and I might as well get in for the long haul.

What he was talking about was an emotional affair it’s how 44% of most physical affairs start and what he was describing is exactly what an emotional affair was or is. All the signs were there. He felt more ‘alive’ than he had been in ages, that is the most frequent remark made by those involved in an ’emotional affair’. Emotional affairs start out as friendships exactly what he had with her.

But you are still with Melissa? I said to him Both making a statement and asking, despite knowing the answer. I knew he was still with her because I had seen them together in the hotel foyer where I worked front office. They kissed with a degree of passion that my own PDA didn’t feel comfortable with.

Yes, he said, and I told her what was going on because I owed her that.

I told her because I wanted to sleep with this girl so badly. Yet never intended on leaving Melissa for her. I couldn’t imagine my life without Melissa, I love her. Yet, I wanted what I felt for this girl for my wife.

I suddenly felt annoyed with him, wanting to have both, so I followed up with a blunt what happened?

The world blew up, disintegrated before my eyes, and I know I deserved every ounce of it, but something happened that I never expected. I thought I had blown it. Lost everything.

My marriage got better. Not straight away obviously. There was hurt, and we kept hurting each other but as weird as it sounds, it felt good that our marriage hurt. Our marriage felt alive when we were desperately trying to hold on. It felt right to want to hold on that bad. It still feels good, and Melissa talks to me now. I matter to her, what I do matters. My marriage is better than ever now and I can honestly say I am in love with my wife and she, me. He said all of this with such sincere conviction I smiled.

I cocked my head to the side processing what he had said whilst I pondered to myself, inappropriately, that they liked S&M if they enjoyed that much hurt. He kept on talking but I had turned off but came back to hear him say we understood we had taken each other emotionally for granted.

The conversation came to a halt uncomfortably when he told me who she was and where she worked. Yet here is the funny thing. He says the girl he wanted so terribly, never knew and as far as she knew they were just friends. He had waited for her to make a move and give him a sign. I pondered that. It was possible and most likely that being so unhappy he completely missed interpreted things, and as far as she knew they had an entirely platonic relationship. He wasn’t a flippant or stupid man generally if that was anything to go by? Perhaps just lonely in his marriage.

But if you never had sex, was it an affair? I asked him.

Yes, it was he said correcting me. I was emotionally invested in someone other than my wife, and I gave my time to someone else instead of her and our marriage. Now that is an affair he finished with.

I didn’t really know what to say but blurted out “Wow, I think your wife is a better woman than me. An emotional affair is a deal-breaker for me possibly more so than the other”.

Perhaps he said, but I doubt it. You never actually know until you are there because I never thought I would have had an affair either.

The conversation ended soon after that because I had guests to check in and he had a wife to collect from work.

The lesson is: never stop investing, talking and dating in your relationship.

xxDeb

{a fifo wife} the meaning of dreams

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Do you believe in dreams? Not goals or personal promises of the future but the ones that happen when you manage to get some sleep between toilet runs feed runs and partners snores. This week I had the most disturbing dream of a baby drowning. In my dream I managed to bring her back to consciousness but when I woke I was confused and saddened. Saddened because I couldn’t work out if she was in my care or not. I knew she wasn’t mine, and the mother was close by, but I couldn’t work out if I were meant to be watching out for her. I still can’t work out who was in charge of her care, but regardless I had checked on her found her and brought her back to life.

I wasn’t surprised that I had that dream because I had a weird day at work. I’m a bigger believer in dreams having a meaning science wise they are still undecided, but they have concluded that dreams are somehow linked to your emotional state. My middle boy dreams a lot and I use them to interpret what he can’t tell me. He dreams of water a lot when he is anxious and this week someone was drowning him.

Many experts, including William Dement, MD, Ph.D., a Stanford professor known as the “father of sleep medicine,” believe that dreams contain personal messages — and are linked to our emotions and mood. Others believe that dreams are simply random byproducts of the brain’s chemical changes.

There hasn’t always been rampant disagreement about dreams. For decades, scientists followed the theories of Sigmund Freud, who wrote in 1900 that dreams provide a harmless way to act out our unconscious fears or taboo thoughts.

If people weren’t able to dream, Freud said, they would become psychotic.

A 1998 study published in Science was the first to show that the portion of the brain that controls emotions, senses and long-term memory is active during dream states.

Experts say the study showed that dreaming is linked to emotion and not just a series of random events. Even skeptics have conceded that there must be some sort of relationship between dreams and emotions.

So while I don’t dream a lot but when I do there are the same ‘themed’ dreams I do have. Flying I often dream that I’m running and start to lift off. Then there is water be it drowning or swimming there is water, being lost or having lost someone, old boyfriends -it’s not sexual I just know that I’m with them, and my son dreams of being drowned.

Water. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. Water and its states represent different things. To see muddy or dirty water in your dream indicates that you are wallowing in your negative emotions. To hear running water in your dream denotes meditation and reflection.

Flying.To dream that you are flying signifies a sense of freedom where you had initially felt restricted and limited.

Old boyfriends. To see an old ex-boyfriend from childhood in your dream refers to a freer, less encumbered relationship. The dream serves to bring you back to a time where the responsibilities of adulthood (or marriage) did not interfere with the spontaneity of romance. You need to recapture the excitement, freedom, and vitality of youth that is lacking in your present relationship.

Being lost. To dream that you’re lost suggests that you have lost your direction in life or that you have lost sight of your goals. You may be feeling worried and insecure about the path you are taking in life.

Drowning. To dream that you are drowning indicates that you are feeling overwhelmed by emotions. Repressed issues may be coming back to haunt you

Funnily enough,  when I checked on the meaning of bringing the baby back a baby to life after drowning it meant this: Thus dreaming of rescuing a drowning baby means that you are allowing yourself to be vulnerable and accepting help from others, and you know what I have just that.

Do you believe in dreams being able to tell stories? 

 

 

 

 

{a fifo wife} a few things

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Well my friends, the weekend is over..I love the weekend but in summer I struggle because we bicker. We bicker so much and it’s about such important stuff. Like using the fridge like and air conditioner and the bath tub like a pool – I know both very legitimate uses in 35-degree heat but you know it’s the increasing parent in me.

This Sunday we packed up and headed to a little place down the road called Innisfail being Sunday there was little traffic on the road, no people on the streets and it was a delightful stress-free day. We explored buildings, shops, got to see three cassowary’s a bird I have been waiting to see for 15 years and yesterday we saw them like they were chickens I felt like my day had been made in just that moment.

So it’s Monday morning and I’m off avocado picking because seriously I’m getting ready for change we are in that stage where its a matter of house keeping financially to get ready for what I think is a change coming. Warnings signs are arise and so I’m hoarding, selling off and tidying up.

But while I’m picking here are a few things that caught my eye..

  1. Some news on those that are allergic to peanuts. Here.
  2. Interior designer Jo Burstill lists her home. Here.
  3. A solution for picky eaters? Here.
  4. A free budget planner. Here.
  5. Lindsay’s new boy friend. Here.

Have a great day,

Deb