a fifo wife {fifo life: support sunday: 1800 Respect}

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1800 Respect National counselling helpline, information and support 24/ for sexual and domestic violence.

While living free from violence is everyone’s right, reducing violence is everyone’s responsibility. Reducing all violence in our community is a priority. All forms of violence are unacceptable, in any community and in any culture.

Domestic or family violence and sexual assault are the more pervasive forms of violence experienced by women; they can also happen to men. These forms of violence cause significant personal, social and economic costs for all in our community.

The 1800RESPECT National Sexual Assault, Domestic Family Violence Counselling Service commenced on 1 October 2010 in the form of a phone counselling service. In June 2011, the website www.1800RESPECT.org.au was launched which enabled consumers to access online counselling; information and resources about sexual assault and family or domestic violence (SA/FDV).

The Commonwealth Government funds 1800RESPECT through the Department of Families, Housing, Community Services and Indigenous Affairs, www.fahcsia.gov.au. Medibank Health Solutions Telehealth Pty Ltd are contracted to provide the 1800RESPECT service and Medibank Health Solutions subcontracts the NSW Rape Crisis Centre to provide the counselling service.

The 1800RESPECT online and telephone counselling service is part of the Australian Government’s commitment to reduce violence under the National Plan.

Domestic violence is never acceptable. Ever. 1800respect will chat via the net, phone and will direct you your nearest out reach centre.

Need some help head to the web site here or call them on ph. 1800 737 732

xx Deb

a fifo wife {fifo life: me: wearing white = success}

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I stood in the aisle of Woolies hoping she wouldn’t see me. How I don’t know we were the only ones there, her and me and as you would know there is not much to hide behind in the spices aisle but I hoped anyway. It had been five years between seeing each other and still her presence didn’t bring me much joy even after all this time. She was Claudia and we had run a resort together. I left the resort because I didn’t like my employers ethics and working with her hadn’t brought me enough joy to stay.

Hi she said as she looked at my trolley full of children. Hello Claudia I responded how are you; its been a long time. I’m great she said. She had a cute little curly haired girl with her sitting quietly in the trolley child restraint, unlike my three boys jibber jabbing away. Yours I asked looking at her? Yes just the one she said looking at my boys and not offering up a name ‘I couldn’t have any more’. Oh I started but she cut me off. She hadn’t changed but then leopards don’t change their spots often. ‘I need to work’ she continued ‘you cant do that with too many kids and well I never could just sit at home.’ Ouch that stung a little and it wasn’t really called for but that was okay I didn’t expect anything else. I shifted on my feet not really knowing how to respond. She followed it up with so what do you do now? I’m a stay at home mum I said. Oh she said feeling obviously uncomfortable and not know where to go after that. Why I don’t know but then perhaps she remembered how much I hungered for career and success. How I said I never wanted children and here I had a trolley full. Perhaps she then at that point felt sorry for me. Perhaps she felt she was looking at three accidents and I was a stay at home mum to boot. Where was a success story in that?

Sooo I said where are you working? Trying to break the silence so we could both move on. Still managing the resort she said flicking her hair and Dean (her husband) is now working at a mine south. We have just brought our second home and we are about to head to Melbourne for a family ski-ing holiday. I listened as she spilled her news to me. She was clearly very proud of her success; as she should be. I didn’t share what I had been up to she could clearly see what and she didn’t ask- so I didn’t share. Claudia left the conversation finishing with I might see you around. I said great okay and smiled happily that it was over. Me and the boys then sat in the aisle for five minutes looking at the floor so as to avoid that continual at the end of the aisle meeting scenario that can often end up awkward.

In that  five minutes as we waited I looked at my boys chatting to (screaming) each other in the trolley and smiled. Seeing Claudia had prompted me to think how my life had turned out so different to what I had wanted and I couldn’t be happier. Who would have thought? Not me. Ten years ago this was not my version of success- being a stay at home mum to three kids. No way. And for a little while after B1’s birth I resented the world little because I couldn’t let go of what I thought success was. I soon learnt that that once you let go of what you wanted to happen and accept what has you will move forward at least I think that what happened. Sound right- it does in my head. Back then when I was ‘young, arrogant and ignorant’ I thought travelling, money, career, lots of homes, shoes and designer clothes meant success. That ‘stuff’ was success. Being a stay at home mum was definitely none of that.

Looking down at my feet, my unpolished toes sticking out of my Woolworth’s purchased thongs which ten years would have been unheard of I sighed. How one mindly arrogant I was then; no wonder I had trouble after B1’s birth. Giving my self a pedicure was now a success. I smiled and laughed at myself as I realised how my boys being toilet trained was now my version of success, not which position I held at a hotel that I had to travel an hour too. Raising good boys, getting through the day wearing white was and is a success. Keeping my house clean the one we own for half a day is success. I smiled again. I looked up watching Claudia walk on. In her own mind she was a success and that was fantastic.

Success is defined as attainment of wealth, honours or position. It is also defined as attainment of ones goals. Its different things to all of us. I still have goals but they are different now. They involve four other people, their happiness and their success what ever they want that to be. Success now I went on too think now was picking my husband up from work safely. Conquering my depression, having my family together being strong and still being in love with my very fine husband. That is now my version of success not just stuff or attainment of wealth and position.

What’s you version of success? Did it change as you got older? Once you had children? Did it ever even matter?

xx Deb

 

 

 

 

 

a fifo wife {fifo life: how to: take your kids to appointments}

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Last week I had to take my kids to a dentist appointment- for me and *sigh* husband is at work. So its just me, to wrangle three little boys while being a scaredy cat grown up sitting in the dentist chair. I knew it would take up to an hour but I now know my kids well enough that they can do an hour of waiting for mum. Any longer and it becomes stressful for me and boring for them.

The receptionist when we walked in reiterated how long the appointment would take and then asked if my husband was in tow? Ah no its just us I said. You could see her thinking to herself that being a baby sitter was not part of her job description. My kids however knew the drill took their allocated corner after I had ‘set up’, I took the chair and an hour later all I heard from them was the sound of them packing away their toys.

Easy.

She smiled as I paid and if I hadn’t looked ridiculously all lopsided I would have been a smart arse but there is not point being a smart arse if you cant pull it off perfectly and drooling doesn’t come off perfectly. So we left with a smile a shhhhank you and went for ice cream.

As you know the reality is for a lot of us and myself included we don’t have the luxury of a sitter when husband is at work. I don’t have family I can ask and I don’t like to wear out my friendship with my friends. So I have with practise learnt how to take all my three kids to almost all my appointments; truth is I also want to take them its because its easier sometimes. I have been  taking my kids to appointments since they were babies; cant very well leave them at home that’s considered illegal, unsafe and I’m a safety kind of girl. So we go all together; occasionally its been a nightmare but we learnt out of necessity what’s required of each of us and did so all before ipad, and iphones. So as result I can now take my kids with confidence to bank appointments, dentist appointments and waiting for hours in the emergency department. I learnt also not all places have a kiddies sections to keep them entertained for long enough to get through the appointment so we literally have an appointment bag its what replaces the nappy bag once they are toliet trained and can access your purse without asking.

So here are a couple of tips..in no particular order and I’m talking about my kids who are 4,5 and 7 years old. Any older than seven and if they can’t occupy themselves for awhile for their mum then you are all ready in a whole lot of trouble never mind them being teenagers.

1. Go early..if you are like me I will scope it out days before and see what facilities they have for kids especially if its a long appointment and you haven’t been before. Go early so you can set up; don’t look anyone in the eye..that will throw your confidence a little as the wonder if you are setting up for a sit in. So go early I live in a country town and so the facilities for kids are often..a plastic box with headless dolls and building blocks that have seen better days..the town is built for adults not little people.

2. Do a toilet run for everyone before you leave the house and then again when you get there.

3. Take them small nibbles and a water in  a non spill bottle. Don’t take things that will stain or create to much mess; even though that’s what they are good at. Dry crackers, grapes, pieces of apple are perfect. Nibbles that a fairly easy for you to clean up – your kid your mess. Don’t pack lollies they don’t need a surge of sugar when your get your legs in a set stirrups.

4. Pack three small toys per child- match box cars or barbies. Don’t pack things that will take for ever to pack up  Lego is a no no, drums would be cruel and would most likely have you banished or referred on to someone else far far away. If you have an ipad go for it..we don’t but I will surrender my $600 piece of i-phone technology for my 3 year old when desperate..

5. Allocate them a corner (if a waiting room is the only option) so they stay out of they way of other people attending appointments. Consider others and ask them to do the same.

6. Take a small blanket tell them that this is their space and not to allow their toys or food off of it. Its  stops them spreading out them out. Its not their home after all.

7. You will need to invest in a Mary Poppin’s Carpet Bag. If you didn’t get one at the birth refer to your manual of parent hood it should have it in the things you need section.

8. Speak with them in the car and remind them of the rules of behaviour whilst your busy being a grown up. Threatening them with their life often works wonders but not always necessary. Tell them inside voices and how you know they are good kids and mummy needs them to behave especially so here. Tell them why you are there and why its so important for them to be good.  Ask them nicely to behave as you know they will. Truth is they want to impress the hell out of their superhero’s (secretly that’s you..if its not and you know it isn’t turn off your iPhone and laptop and start paying attention your missing out. BIG TIME.)

9. Be realistic about what you are asking of them. Most kids attention span is 20 minutes don’t ask the world of them. I have slowly built my kids up from 30 minutes to an hour out of necessity. No longer. That’s just cruel to all involved.

10. Reward everyone verablly always and treat them every other time not all the time. Treat you for your strategic actions and them for doing as they are told. Don’t make it a big deal just give them something out of the ordinary for us its ice cream and if what was a massive deal its a movie after dinner. I know stingy I know but its the simple things so you be the judge but don’t treat them every time otherwise they will expect, its like training a puppy (yes I said that- complaints can be sent here jumpoffalongpier@thanks.com.au) but always praise good behaviour. Always and as Dr Phil says especially when they think you aren’t looking.

Oh and don’t feed them a Mars Bar on the way to the appointment..it never ends well.

What’s your tips and tricks for taking your kids to appointments ?

xx Deb

 

a fifo wife {fifo life: What’s for dinner: Butter chicken}

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I love a good Butter Chicken and I cant remember where I found this butter chicken recipe but its simple, quick and mild enough for the kids. They (the kids) call it the other orange chicken dinner the other orange chicken being Apricot Chicken. Like many wet dishes it tastes even better when made ahead of time so all you have to do is gently reheat.

Butter Chicken.

What you will need:

  • 50g butter
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 1-2 garlic cloves, thinly sliced (optional)
  • 1-2 tins (250g tins) coconut cream/milk (1 can serves 2-3 people, 2 cans serves 4-6 people)
  • 250ml tomato sauce (per 1 can coconut cream/milk)
  • 2-3 teaspoons curry powder
  • 1-2 tablespoons paprika (smoked or sweet)
  • 1 teaspoon garam masala
  • 1 teaspoon of mixed spice, turmeric and nutmeg
  • salt, pepper (to season)
  • 1 tablespoon parsley and chives, chopped (fresh or dried)
  • 2-5 chicken breasts, cubed
  • 2 cups frozen green peas (optional)
  • 1-2 potatoes, chopped (optional)

How to:

1. Melt butter in a large pot over medium heat, add chopped onion and garlic, saute for 1-2 minutes or until onion goes soft and slightly see-through. Add coconut cream/milk and tomato sauce. Stir well and bring to a boil.

2. Turn down to low heat. Add seasonings: curry powder, paprika, garam masala (optional), cajun pepper (optional), mixed spice, turmeric, nutmeg, salt and pepper. Mix well, then add parsley and chives.
3. Add all other ingredients: Chicken cubes (or other meat), frozen peas (optional) and chopped potatoes (optional). Mix well. Let cook for 30-45 minutes stirring twice.
4. Serve with cooked, white rice and green salad.
Enjoy,
xDeb

a fifo wife {fifo life: a few things}

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I have just come back from a yoga class- my first and my body is confused; its both relaxed and a bowl of jelly. Its not quiet sure what it wants to do add to that I am so very sleep deprived all I want to do is sleep; however you know the drill there is no one else here to do the dishes, washing and floors but isn’t that everyone’s life story?

Anyway its the first week of June can you believe it? Winter is here. The year is slipping by faster than I like and if I am to achieve anything on my list I need to start now..maybe after I have a wee lie down.

But first here are my few things this first week of June..

1. I’m tired not only because I have an epileptic starfish sleeper of a child but also because of the two young boys who took  it upon the selves to vandalise the school I live across from. It was 2 am my town is 600 strong how is that a set of parents didn’t know where their kids where? but then again this is coming from am girl who would sneak out of her child hood home and push bike it to my friends Paula’s house once my parents went to bed I’m not sure they ever knew but perhaps they do now.

2. I had a dentist appointment last week.I arrived at the appointment boys in hand. The receptionist looked terrified and reiterated what I was there for and how long it would take; an hour. That’s okay I said. I placed their toys on the ground in a corner I allocated was theirs and took my place in the chair. An hour later we were done and the only noise from them was the sound of them packing up their toys at the end of the appointment. Proud yes I was. Smug even and if I hadn’t a lopsided grin that the joker would be jealous of I would have been a smart arse about her reception of us but instead I smiled and drooled and took my boys for ice cream.

3. I have fallen in love with the show Little Paris Kitchen (Thursday nights 8pm SBS). She is inspiring as she cooks the most delicious looking meals on a camp stove and in a portable oven. I’m on the hunt for her book because surely she has one. It makes a cold winters night so very less lonely.

4.You have feet like an ogre said b2 why thank you I said..you have your fathers ears.

5. Micheal Douglas has said that oral sex caused him to get throat cancer..read more here but all I can say is nooooo.

6. Bridget Jones will be returning to our screens in October read about it here I like her..she makes me feel normal.

7. Remember those things called pen and paper? Well these people did when they wrote their Dear John letters..

8. Have a look at one high schools cutest couple..it made me smile.

9. I’m a bit of a fan of Tatum Channing..its not so much his acting ability but the way he holds his sunglasses anyway so I was surprised to find he feels like a fat kid on the inside..more here.

10. This ghost hunter got more than he bargained for but perhaps if had read this he might have recognised the familiar feeling as a sign of a past life and left well enough alone.

Have you ever been dumped via a note? Or have you been to a past life reading? What were you? Me I was a solider in Boer War..

Have a great days sweets,

x Deb