Monday, 27 August 2012

A little night out

Someone in our house just turned 40. Not me but someone super cool and super lovely. The best part, after seeing his face as he got the coffee machine of his dreams, was that we got to go out. Out to dinner without the children! Together. It has been about 2 1/2 years since that happened. I was so excited. Like that kid in that lolly store!

We went to a pub. We stood with other grown ups and drank. We went to dinner. In a hip restaurant with hip people and hip food. With other grown ups. The food was fantastic and outstanding value.

It was all wonderful We had a ball. I was even the mature one who suggested we didn't have another mojito. I had forgotten how lovely it is to spend time with that other grown up in the house out of the house.

We live moments away from some great new restaurants like 'Moon Under Water' and 'Casa Ciuccio' so planning the next night out began before the last one ended. Someone in the house is nearly 39 so not too long to wait...

For anyone interested, we ate here
And drank here

Wednesday, 8 August 2012


It's a funny old thing, isn't it? When we were little days seemed to stretch on forever. Now, when we really need it to slow-the-&uck down, minutes and hours and days rush past, vanishing out if sight.

Time and those precious minutes have taken on a whole new importance over the last 5 months - I went back to work. Paid outside of the house kinda work. 4 days a week. 4 days a week, 4 days of precision timing, of planning everything to the minute. Drop offs and pick ups and trams. This fine tuned balancing act where every minute counts. Where if you are running late at one point, you are dangerously late for child care or after care pick up at the other point.

It's been a huge adjustment for the little 2 ones as they now spend lots of hours in care. Good care though. With people who seem to love what they do. Louis doesn't cry anymore. Well not every day...

After 6 years at home, 6 precious years at home, it's been a little shock for me. But in some weird way that has a lot to do with the absurdity of time, it feels like I never left that Department.

And it's been good to use my brain in other ways. To feel like I am part of something big.

I admire those parents who do this 5 or even 6 days a week as its tough. I k ow that I was lucky to be able to have spent so long at home with the children. But going back to work meant I have a new perspective on the home vs working parent debate. Frankly it's a stupid debate. More on that later...

The clock is ticking. But it's my one day at home with Louis. So I am ignoring the clock, for now...