There's been a lot of to-ing and fro-ing going on with the bathroom building. It's reached nightmare-ish proportions. I don't want to exhaust myself or anyone reading this with all the details, but just wanted to give myself a little reminder to keep the big picture in mind.
Big picture.
Sigh.
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
Saturday, 18 October 2008
A fresh approach
Okay, here it is. I'm making a commitment right here, right now, to TRY and post at least once a week from this point on. Even if I've got nothing terribly interesting to say. So there. It's all about keeping things fresh. Keeping the blog alive. I don't want it to die before it's even begun!
Right.
So, at the moment we are having our bathroom demolished and re-built. We have to make our home more accessible for our Princess, so starting with the bathroom seemed like a good idea. It's going to make washing, toileting, toothbrushing etc so much easier for her and certainly less back breaking for us. We can't wait!
Now, the people I know who have had their bathrooms renovated in the past have all said it took a week to ten days to have it done. But that sounds waaaay too quick and easy for us. Only ten days? Yeah, sure! No, our builder has assured us that we can expect to not have a usable bathroom (the only one in our house, mind) for a good three to four weeks. Let's make that five weeks to be safe. I don't know about you, kids, but I'm going to Grandma's for a little while...
The port-a-loo was delivered last week. It was plonked squarely in the most public part of our already very-open-to-the-street front yard. Our neighbors have been laughing at it ever since. Even people I barely know have been stopping me at the local supermarket or at Little Man's school saying they've noticed the port-a-loo in our front yard (how do all these people know where we live?) - are we having renos done?, then given me a grave and sympathetic nod or squeeze of the arm.
Should I be that worried?
Everything seems to have gone pretty much as expected so far, bearing in mind that my Darling Husband expects things to go wrong just about all the time. But to be fair, we seem to have a good team of builders on board, and they are doing their best even though communications have been going awry. But that will improve, I just know it.
My favourite bathroom building moment so far has to be meeting David the Chippie. David the Chippie reminds me strongly of the character Guy Pearce played in the hit Aussie movie"Priscilla, Queen of the Desert". Very strongly, if you get my drift. Except that he wears oversized 'VB' t-shirts, stubbies and Blundstone boots. He is so on top of everything that is happening with our bathroom, he keeps the lines of communication open beautifully. Even to the point of phoning me on Day Two of construction to let me know that they were about to turn the water off, but he'd noticed that I had a bucket of clothes soaking in the laundry and he didn't want me to forget about them, because they would get very stinky. ...I ask you, how many carpenters do you know that would even notice such a thing?
Bless David the Chippie. He's looking after us.
Right.
So, at the moment we are having our bathroom demolished and re-built. We have to make our home more accessible for our Princess, so starting with the bathroom seemed like a good idea. It's going to make washing, toileting, toothbrushing etc so much easier for her and certainly less back breaking for us. We can't wait!
Now, the people I know who have had their bathrooms renovated in the past have all said it took a week to ten days to have it done. But that sounds waaaay too quick and easy for us. Only ten days? Yeah, sure! No, our builder has assured us that we can expect to not have a usable bathroom (the only one in our house, mind) for a good three to four weeks. Let's make that five weeks to be safe. I don't know about you, kids, but I'm going to Grandma's for a little while...
The port-a-loo was delivered last week. It was plonked squarely in the most public part of our already very-open-to-the-street front yard. Our neighbors have been laughing at it ever since. Even people I barely know have been stopping me at the local supermarket or at Little Man's school saying they've noticed the port-a-loo in our front yard (how do all these people know where we live?) - are we having renos done?, then given me a grave and sympathetic nod or squeeze of the arm.
Should I be that worried?
Everything seems to have gone pretty much as expected so far, bearing in mind that my Darling Husband expects things to go wrong just about all the time. But to be fair, we seem to have a good team of builders on board, and they are doing their best even though communications have been going awry. But that will improve, I just know it.
My favourite bathroom building moment so far has to be meeting David the Chippie. David the Chippie reminds me strongly of the character Guy Pearce played in the hit Aussie movie"Priscilla, Queen of the Desert". Very strongly, if you get my drift. Except that he wears oversized 'VB' t-shirts, stubbies and Blundstone boots. He is so on top of everything that is happening with our bathroom, he keeps the lines of communication open beautifully. Even to the point of phoning me on Day Two of construction to let me know that they were about to turn the water off, but he'd noticed that I had a bucket of clothes soaking in the laundry and he didn't want me to forget about them, because they would get very stinky. ...I ask you, how many carpenters do you know that would even notice such a thing?
Bless David the Chippie. He's looking after us.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Off to a slow start
So the blogging hasn't happened as regularly as I'd hoped it would. Time is not my friend.
But let me tell you about the kids. They take up most of my time, so it's natural they should have even more of it here.
Little Man, he's 7. He's the one that coined the phrase that is this blog's title. He's a brilliant thinker, and to quote his Grade Two teacher, he "could talk under wet cement". Not exactly what you want to hear from your kid's schoolteacher. He's gorgeous, he's loud, he's annoying, he's sweet, he's compassionate, he's strong, he's serious. He came into this world quite literally with his eyes open, and he knows where he's going. I just wish he'd tell me sometime!
Then there's our precious Princess. Beautiful. Funny. Wickedly hilarious actually. Eloquent. Poetic. Patient. So patient. Sulky too, sometimes. I could write about her for days on end, and probably will, but in a nutshell... 4 years ago, Princess was born 12 weeks before she was due. She was born so early probably because I had an undetected Group B Strep infection in utero, and things were getting ugly for her. As a result, Princess has a brain injury resulting in Cerebral Palsy. For her, this manifests as a physical disability - severe quadriplegia - she has very little controlled movement and relies on another person to help her with every aspect of daily life. For us, we are so very very lucky to have her. Like all our children, she is a blessing in so many ways.
Finally there's Chuckles. He's the comic relief. Really. We didn't know we were ever going to have Chuckles until suddenly he was just here and making his presence felt. He'll be turning 2 soon, and he is without a doubt the cutesiest kid we have. Loud, belligerent, tender, chubby, insistent. Cute, and very funny.
But let me tell you about the kids. They take up most of my time, so it's natural they should have even more of it here.
Little Man, he's 7. He's the one that coined the phrase that is this blog's title. He's a brilliant thinker, and to quote his Grade Two teacher, he "could talk under wet cement". Not exactly what you want to hear from your kid's schoolteacher. He's gorgeous, he's loud, he's annoying, he's sweet, he's compassionate, he's strong, he's serious. He came into this world quite literally with his eyes open, and he knows where he's going. I just wish he'd tell me sometime!
Then there's our precious Princess. Beautiful. Funny. Wickedly hilarious actually. Eloquent. Poetic. Patient. So patient. Sulky too, sometimes. I could write about her for days on end, and probably will, but in a nutshell... 4 years ago, Princess was born 12 weeks before she was due. She was born so early probably because I had an undetected Group B Strep infection in utero, and things were getting ugly for her. As a result, Princess has a brain injury resulting in Cerebral Palsy. For her, this manifests as a physical disability - severe quadriplegia - she has very little controlled movement and relies on another person to help her with every aspect of daily life. For us, we are so very very lucky to have her. Like all our children, she is a blessing in so many ways.
Finally there's Chuckles. He's the comic relief. Really. We didn't know we were ever going to have Chuckles until suddenly he was just here and making his presence felt. He'll be turning 2 soon, and he is without a doubt the cutesiest kid we have. Loud, belligerent, tender, chubby, insistent. Cute, and very funny.
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Hurrah.
Finally.
My first own blog post.
I've been thinking about this for a long time. Not what I'm going to post about, but just the idea of having my own blog. It's been a long time coming. I have a lot to say after all, or should I say, a lot to share.
I think I need to blog because so much happens in my head on a day to day basis, and I need to get all those thoughts out of there. My head, that is. So what better than to tell the whole entire world (well, the blogosphere at least) the piffling goings on in my life... read on at your peril (of being mind-numbingly bored)...
Let me begin by telling you a bit about me.
I'm a mother of three incredible and wonderful-most-of-the-time children. Unlike me, they are very young - 7yrs, 4yrs and 21mths. And my beautiful step-daughter who has recently celebrated her 20th birthday. My darling children ensure that my head spins from way too much stimuli, from the moment they rise to the moment they sleep. They're very thoughtful in that way.
I have a lovely and doting, and sometimes slightly neurotic, husband (sorry Darling, but I know you won't disagree). Being married to a neat-freak definitely has it's good points.
Apart from raising a family, I have a quite interesting job in a field I enjoy, but I feel I'm getting way too old for it, and don't really have any training to do anything else (this has been bugging me quite a bit lately). Hmm.
I sing. Once upon a time, BC (Before Children of course), I could say I had a teeny-tiny career as a performer, actually making money out of singing professionally. Ah, they were heady days...
Oh and of course there's a cat. Tilly. She's the longest-lasting one we've had, over 11 years old now. That's incredibly good going for a cat belonging to me. She used to get a hell of a lot more of my attention in the old days.
BC.
Of course.
My first own blog post.
I've been thinking about this for a long time. Not what I'm going to post about, but just the idea of having my own blog. It's been a long time coming. I have a lot to say after all, or should I say, a lot to share.
I think I need to blog because so much happens in my head on a day to day basis, and I need to get all those thoughts out of there. My head, that is. So what better than to tell the whole entire world (well, the blogosphere at least) the piffling goings on in my life... read on at your peril (of being mind-numbingly bored)...
Let me begin by telling you a bit about me.
I'm a mother of three incredible and wonderful-most-of-the-time children. Unlike me, they are very young - 7yrs, 4yrs and 21mths. And my beautiful step-daughter who has recently celebrated her 20th birthday. My darling children ensure that my head spins from way too much stimuli, from the moment they rise to the moment they sleep. They're very thoughtful in that way.
I have a lovely and doting, and sometimes slightly neurotic, husband (sorry Darling, but I know you won't disagree). Being married to a neat-freak definitely has it's good points.
Apart from raising a family, I have a quite interesting job in a field I enjoy, but I feel I'm getting way too old for it, and don't really have any training to do anything else (this has been bugging me quite a bit lately). Hmm.
I sing. Once upon a time, BC (Before Children of course), I could say I had a teeny-tiny career as a performer, actually making money out of singing professionally. Ah, they were heady days...
Oh and of course there's a cat. Tilly. She's the longest-lasting one we've had, over 11 years old now. That's incredibly good going for a cat belonging to me. She used to get a hell of a lot more of my attention in the old days.
BC.
Of course.
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