It’s been a while

It’s been nearly a month since I last found the time and the will to write here. A lot has been going on, I started Uni, I’ve since deferred because childcare is too stressful for Eve, and the days have ticked away to this special day.

Today we spent most of the day running around like headless chickens fixing last minute issues (and while minor incredibly stressful at the time) with the bank for our house settlement.

In the end they are fixed and this evening we are officially home owners. Tomorrow we begin the long road of moving in and making our neglected house into a beautiful and much loved home.

Eve’s worn out at the very thought of it.

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I’m just excited!

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8 Million Kisses

Today you turned 8 months Evie, I’m sure that means I’ve covered you in at least 8 million kisses by now.

You can’t stay still for a second as always, but of course this means more now that you are super mobile.  Very mobile equals very bruised and bumped at times, but you are getting more and more stable.  Today in particular you’ve been delighting in standing without holding anything and trying so hard to take a step.

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As you can see from above trying to get your photo in the chair is a challenge that requires daddy just out of shot ready to grab you.  You can also see the baby gate which is now up due to your fascination with all things sharp, unsafe or dog foody.

Your fourth tooth broke through yesterday morning making you actually less bitey which is fantastic. Apart from the drool all over me the whole tooth situation is super adorable even if I can’t get a picture of them.

Baby swim lessons are going well, you love to kick and reach but een more you like to look at the other kids.  I shouldn’t be surprised that a babe born in the water has taken so well to it.

There haven’t been any new words since mum, dad, nan but you chatter constantly and this week the volume is through the roof. I think you’re going to be someone with a lot to say.

You’ve started to adjust to me being at Uni but I miss you so much while I’m there. We have a big week this week so I guess we’ll see if it’s going to work one way or another.

 

You’re 3/4 of the way to one, time to get on planning that party.

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Tomorrow, tomorrow

Tomorrow is one of those words that can go either way, I’ll do it tomorrow procrastination or the excitement of the eve of something new.

Tomorrow is the start of my new path, my first day at University and my first day towards my Bachelor of Visual Arts.

Until this weekend I had become increasingly anxious about the prospect, and who knows after tomorrow I might just be back there, putting things off for another tomorrow.  The weekend just gone has boosted my confidence as Eve had two full days without me and only one meltdown during that time.  It also made me realise just how important creating is to me as I spent the two days learning the basics of lithography; it was fascinating, fun and full of interesting people.  The work was physical and emotional (although most of that could’ve been my out of control mummy hormones) and so very inspiring.  I’m going to be the best mum I can be by looking after my needs and interests instead martyring myself on the altar of putting everyone else first.  I know now that working on myself makes me happier and therefore a better mother, I don’t know why it has taken me so long to be confident in that.

How it will turn out, is something I’ll find out tomorrow.

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Coveting lately

As I count the days until settlement I can see a rapid increase in the things I covet.

I know it’s in almost every home spread, maybe that’s what has me loving it.

The Eames Rocker (replica obv.)

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Via Design Sponge

Orion light

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Via Matt Blatt

And these gorgeous bedsides that I missed because someone else has them on hold, I’m not massively bitter or anything.

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Via my iPhone at local store

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Too hip to handle

She’s already way cooler than her mummy.

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Takes some of the sting out of our childcare debacle today. I learnt that happy to see mummy leave does not equal a smooth trial run but rather equals half an hour of aggravated squealing until mummy gets back.

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A complicated love note

Today I am grateful that I can write this piece from a safe, happy loving place. The man I love does not yell at me for dropping things or tell me I am stupid; his hands are gentle and protective.

Hands are significant in this tale, mine are no longer the same.

Anyone who has read here for a while is aware that I have previously been in a violent relationship and while it’s not what I want my life or blog to be about sometimes things cross my path which remind me that yet again it’s time to speak out.

An article of sorts came across my screen this morning and it made me physically ill.

25 Extremely upsetting reactions to Chris Brown at the Grammys

This is an open letter to those women and the people who chose Chris Brown to perform at the Grammys.
What these women have to say is not just ill informed or moronic, it’s dangerous on several levels:

It reinforces the myth that sufferers of violence asked for it. Most people do not enter a relationship expecting or accepting violence, most violent relationships are not so at the outset. Many of these relationships are characterized by an extremely romantic beginning; the sufferer in the relationship is charmed and even as the descent into abuse spirals out of control will often cling to the belief that the person they fell in love with is their reality, not the nightmare they are now in. Unfortunately these perpetrators are the human equivalent of a pitcher plant, using a beautiful facade to suck their partner deep into their consuming toxic depths. Like a bug in a pitcher plant it’s not so easy for the one trapped to just walk away.

It validates the abuser. Saying that you’d not only tolerate but welcome violence allows these abusers to justify themselves. The person who previously left or anyone who stood up to them is not strong enough, or didn’t love them enough. When the only enough they should be hearing is enough of your bullshit. People like Chris Brown and (the previously griped about) Matthew Newton do not need this validation. They get enough from the industries that feel it is acceptable to employ them as public figures when the only thing they deserve is to be ostracized; there are thousands waiting to fill their place in the public eye and I’m sure more the majority don’t perpetrate or condone violence

It says to sufferers that their pain means nothing. That their leaving the relationship was not a strong act and a reclamation of themselves as an important person. Getting out of an abusive relationship is hard work, most of the time your head has been so disoriented by your abuser that you have no inner compass to guide you to happy. Those who get the hell out alive are to be praised and held up as a light to lead those still trying to find their way out, not denigrated for exercising self respect. I knew others who didn’t get out alive, these statements spit on their death and the pain of those who really loved them, which is a truly vile thing to do.

It says to people in an abusive relationship that they should stay. Truly the most scary aspect of this, is the normalizing and acceptance of violence. It’s scary to leave, it can take more than one go. Reading the things that these women had to say might make someone stay in a relationship just a little bit longer. Just a little bit longer is all it takes for them to end up one who never leaves, not alive anyway, which to anyone surely has to be the bare minimum that we hope for for those who have been abused.

It deeply saddens me that in this day and age anyone would step over the line and offer themselves up for abuse. I hate the words that these women spewed forth, I hate the damage that they cause, but I don’t hate them. I would like them to read this, to have a long think about what being the sufferer of violence really means and to volunteer for a few nights at a shelter. See those bruises and that hurt in the raw, see the fear which clings to you and in the dark nights forever. To see these things second hand because while they might wish these things upon themselves I never would.

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My right hand, the middle finger is permanently down turned and numb due to being stomped on in the final hours of being punched, kicked and thrown by my ex partner. Look closely ladies it might not seem like much but I’m betting it’s not a price you’re willing to pay not deep down.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Hope you all have a truly romantic day.
We aren’t doing presents but I did get up and make Mr. Wolff red velvet pancakes for breakfast.

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