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And then there was nothing. Much.

After all my excitement of last post, I haven’t heard a thing back about the article – how they’re going to pay me, etc etc.  I don’t know whether to hassle, or sit back and chill out for a bit. Don’t really know how these things work.

And after my PRG rush of accepted articles, it’s all been a bit quiet on the western front there too.  I guess things go with ebbs and flows – this week is very much “ebb”.  I haven’t exactly been churning out anything – just a couple for editing.*

[* Some ‘action’ after all, got posted up late today my time ]

I’m realising that my ‘get up and go’ is tightly intertwined with the whole monthly cycle business. Continue reading



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I’m nearly half way into this course, and I can’t see myself continuing on with it this year. I can’t see myself completing the ‘projects’ for the end of this term, frankly, but I won’t go into my issues with the way it is being taught, etc, etc, right now.

The big problem is that I’m struggling for large blocks of time to give to it, and when it comes down to it, my  family gets priority every time.

The other week I saw a job ad that, unusually, had me thinking ‘I could do that!’ (Self esteem issues, yep.)  Apart from the course commitments, the main thing that stopped me applying was my ‘want’ for flexibility.  Short of some employer grovelling for me to come and work for them totally on my terms (dream on,Tracey!) I don’t know that I even want a ‘real job’.  How on earth do you apply for a job, then ask for time off for this, and time off for that. In the real world? Ain’t gonna happen.

We’ve just been away for 5 days – a 1400 km return trip – to watch Ms 16 and her team play in a three day state netball tournament. Perhaps I should have stayed home to ‘work/study’ but the thought never entered my head.  And if I had a ‘normal’ job, it would have been hard to swing.

We do it all again for Ms 13 in a month’s time  but again, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.   M. and I have also planned ourselves a little 5 day getaway on our tandem immediately after that, and it would take something pretty spectacular to stop us going ahead with that.

I was thinking about all this in the light of a recent blog post by Potty Mummy. (A plea for women to support each other’s choices, basically.) Well, that’s not quite true – I think about it all the time, because the truth is that I don’t need to be slagged off by Alpha career women over my choice to be a SAHM. I constantly give myself a hard time over the fact that I am still not working. Heavens above, my kids are 16, 13 and 10 – what is wrong with me?! Surely they don’t need me around like preschoolers and toddlers do.

Well, mostly they don’t. They are indeed at school from 9-3, and I can afford to be home late some days. But they are also all involved in many after school activities, and someone needs to get them there. Our choice, again. (And a factor of where we live in that there aren’t any other transport options.)  They don’t have do what they do, but I would rather they were doing something active than slothing around on the computers, watching tv, or roaming the streets. (They seem to fit in quite enough of the slothing as it is!)

Personal circumstances are that I have no back up from extended family to pick up some of the slack (or do some of the taxi runs), and that’s ok. I’m not complaining – I’m just explaining!

I used to do a bit more at the primary school (I’ve done home reading, I’ve done canteen), but lately I’ve pulled away a bit.  I haven’t got involved in the high school at all – I suppose I’ve been trying to work towards a situation where, by the time the youngest gets to high school, I won’tt be feeling obliged to match any involvement at school to what I’d ‘given’ the older two. And maybe, just maybe,  I would have time to get a job, during school hours at least.

And then up crops a situation like this week. Today both the eldest girls are involved in a school netball match that requires private transport. Last time this happened it was on a TAFE day, so I couldn’t and another parent drove.   This week I felt it was my turn. So there goes today.

And then Ms 10 came home yesterday with a school note about private transport for a school netball match for them on Friday! Again, last time I couldn’t help out, so this time I feel like I should. I could. And I wanted to.

So there goes the rest of my week, and any chance of focusing on TAFE work. Don’t get me wrong. In both cases I want to be able to contribute.  It’s just all about choice, and priorities. And I am fortunate indeed that I do have a choice.

And you know, even with schools, some things for kids  just don’t happen without the voluntary support and participation of parents, and it is fortunate that there are parents around either without jobs, or with flexible or part time jobs that can pick up the slack.

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Sometimes it’s the little things

Since I started a new blog I’ve had a bad bad case of blogger’s block.  The pressure to impress, make an impact, or something.. it’s all combined to send the brain cells into hibernation, and I’ve been sitting, staring at the screen, unable to think of anything worthy of typing, let alone hitting publish on. That, and the fact that my head is cluttered full of a zillion and one things I should be doing.

Maybe my best approach is to start with the daily journal-cum-diary approach. It’s at the risk of boring the pants off people, but sometimes it’s on the little bitty miscellaneous minutiae level of life that we click with others.

So I’m going to talk about netball bibs. (Right, there, I’ve lost 75% of my potential readership already.)

Because I’m too lazy to find the camera, here’s a picture I’ve flogged of a netball bib.

nballbibFor those who don’t know netball, each of the seven positions on a netball team must wear identification, so at club and school level, the usual MO is to wear bib, like so. They are like a super-loose singlet – with elastic joining the bottom ends front to back.

All good, till the elastic inevitably breaks/loses its elasticity, and then some sucker has to volunteer to fix them. This is a really fun job. NOT.   Unless you love unpicking tiny stitches, usually the same colour as the material, and originally stitched over and over and over. It’s especially fun when someone in the past has done a crappier job of fixing them, sewing over embedded elastic, and.. yeah..  shocker.

It’s even more fun when your eyesight for close work is starting to go. (That’d be me.)

Still, from time to time I’ve fixed a few when we’ve ended up being caretakers of the team bibs for the season. Last year I actually intended to repair a full set for the new year, but returned them to the association and told them that it wasn’t worth my time trying to unpick seven sets of bibs. It was hours of work, so better off to just buy a new set I thought.

Just before that, however, I had blithely responded to a plea in the primary school newsletter to fix some netball bibs. It was the mother guilt thing; I hadn’t been doing much at the school recently, I don’t much like committing regular time up at school, so the least I could do was fix a few bibs. I saw the sports teacher while up at school and said I’d do them.

That afternoon, Ms 10 struggled home on the bus with a plastic box full of FIVE sets of bibs! FIVE!  That’s 35 bibs X 4 corners on each = 140 corners of unpicking to do! “Fruit”. I might have said. Or possibly something worse.

Needless to say, they sat in the ‘too hard’ box all over summer.  Till suddenly netball season was upon us again, and the box sat there reprovingly, near the ironing board, till a week or so ago I sighed and pulled them out. Far out. What a job.  I rang around, and googled online suppliers. Maybe I could just replace them. Donation to the school. Easy.  Um… no, not at around $50 a set!

OK then. Look again. Two sets were easier than the others to undo, so I set to work on them. I did an unpicking blitz, taking them with me to do while Ms 10 had a tennis lesson. One set was missing a bib, which made the whole set useless, so I decided I’d go ahead and buy one set to donate.

And meanwhile I documented my whinges occasionally on Facebook and Twitter. Stuff like:

“Next time I’m tempted to offer to repair netball bibs, somebody gag me and put a bag over my head or something…”

This morning Himself notices two sets of netball bibs (with fresh elastic) sitting on the end of the ironing board. Two sets, minus the last two I had to do this morning to then at least have achieved 50% of my target. Yay! Sense of achievement looming!

I can’t imagine that I never swore or muttered about the ‘bloody school netball bibs’  before.. but he was clueless as to who they were for, and why the box had been sitting downstairs over the past week.

And he has been on Facebook in the past few days… but patently he never reads anything I write, because he then says:

So the set for the girls’ team (which he coaches) needs fixing, can you do them for tomorrow?

Some days I could cheerfully throttle him.


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