I can’t

As endearing as I forgot not to is, I can’t is the POLAR opposite.

I can’t is applied in many situations.

When I’m tired.

When I’m grumpy.

When I just can’t be bothered.

When I’m all of the above.

I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn’t.

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I can’t walk to the bathroom. {No, I’m not joking.}

Executed in a particularly whingeing tone it is torture to a mumma’s ears. Can’t run, can’t hide, noise cancelling headphones wouldn’t keep it away torture.

And oh so annoying. Because she can. She absolutely positively can. But she just doesn’t want to. Combined with but but but mumma I need to tell you something interrupting my umpteenth request that she actually do whatever it was I asked her to do in the first place, followed quickly by I need your help. Which she also does not.

Grant me the serenity to make it to wine o’clock. Oh, that’s right, I’m cleansing. There is no wine o’clock. Oi vey.

 

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The arrivals hall

Is there any place better than the international arrivals hall for a dose of happy?

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Okay, so the departures hall has it too – but only for those heading off on adventures.

Welcome home Little Sister! What an amazing achievement and lifelong memories you have made.

We’re glad you’re home. Enjoy your first day reunited with your boys.

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Is it too easy to click next?

This week I have had no less than three conversations {I say no less, because I’m also having a fourth via email} about the huge decision to, and path of, becoming a mumma on your own.

Not vague, passing comment conversations, but sit down, ask all of the technical questions, air all of the doubts and fears kind of conversations. Two with girlfriends who have reached their mid-late 30s having had varying degrees of success with relationships but find themselves single; one with a friend of a friend and one with a girl who was referred to me for a chat because she didn’t know anyone else who had traveled this bumpy path.

These conversations have raised for me – again – the notion that it is too easy to click next. In a world of online hooking up, dating and matchmaking, the fate of a potential relationship is sealed with the swipe of a finger or the click of a button. The relationship landscape has changed, but I have to wonder some days if it has changed for the better?

I can almost hear people in relationships {okay some people} saying the things they always say: you won’t be alone forever; stop looking; he’s just around the corner; take a class; try online dating; go speed dating; the grass isn’t always greener; he’ll come by when you least expect him, etc. I can feel the pity stare boring into my soul at times too.

nextAs a very old Italian lady said to me when I was late in my pregnancy, we are very lucky that we live in a time where it is possible for us to become mummas on our own. We are, no doubt.

Better alone than badly accompanied certainly, but if you have a single friend who is considering parenting alone, spare a thought for them: they do not want pity, but wouldn’t mind some empathy. Before they reach the life changing moment where their decision is made, they will probably go through hell for a while beating themselves up about why they are in fact facing this alone.

Show them some love, they probably need it!

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The fact is, sometimes it’s really hard to walk in a single woman’s shoes.
That’s why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun. Carrie Bradshaw

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Wild and woolly

It’s 1am Wednesday in Sydney.

The weather outside is frightful. Winds gust at up to 160km {100m} per hour in some areas; pounding rain; earth moving thunder; lightning that brightens up the room; flooding everywhere; flights all diverted away from the airport; trees down; power out to 30,000 homes; main arterial roads and railways cut off; and deep snow falling in places that rarely if ever see snow.

In Spring.

On the weekend our beaches were crowded. We had our Love Bugs slathered in sunscreen and hats to play soccer at 8am. It was hot.

Why am I awake at this dark hour? Other than the noise … Beary. He is a little freaked out by the howling winds and thrashing noises coming from outside and he can’t quite settle. I think if he could crawl under my skin he would. Bella who is not normally phased by the weather is smooshed against the other side of me. As I hold them close and reassure them I will keep them safe and dry, my mind turns to all of the poor little critters terrified in shelters; of those who have homes, but are outside dogs who will be spooked by the weather and run away tonight.

Social media friends will know that I am constantly sharing the plight of abandoned or lost dogs in my feeds.

As your act of kindness today, I’m going to ask you do this: share those posts. No matter where they are from. Mid-week is euthanasia time at a lot of shelters. Weather like this will not help the saves today. There will be more dogs out and lost. Dogs who weren’t coping with shelter life are likely to be the ones who are put to sleep first. Not because no-one cares for them, but because another week in a shelter for a dog who is that distressed is no way to live. Do I wish I could save them all? You bet. Am I going to share every lost, abandoned, orphaned or kill listed dog on my feed today? you bet.

To start, here are a few Renbury Farm lovelies who are on today’s kill list. Click through link for more details.

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This little guy at Hawkesbury Companion Animal Shelter is so sad his tail has stopped wagging.

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Does it break anyone else’s heart that bit more when they are only known as a number?

October is #AdoptAShelterDogMonth.

Go on … take home your own wild and woolly!

If you can’t take one home, please share so someone else doesn’t miss falling in love with their fuzzy soul mate.

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Tasty Tuesday {coconut condensed milk macaroons}

Is it just me or do other people do this too?

When I’m cleansing I need to know there are no naughty foods lurking in the pantry ready to call out to me in moments of weakness. Our pantry is fairly clear of such critters but the past week I have heard whispers from these two: a jar of chocolate melts and a tin of fat-free condensed milk. Fat free but overloaded with sugar.

There was the Nutella incident, but I disposed of that jar {lid off naturally} approximately 30 seconds – or two spoonfuls, depending on your preferred unit of measurement – after I found it.

I was talking about this dilemma today at work and the boys offered to help me out. I use the ingredients I don’t want in my pantry to cook them something delicious. Win win. Apparently.

Coconut Condensed Milk Macaroons
1 tin of sweetened condensed milk
250gm organic desiccated coconut
1 teaspoon of organic vanilla bean paste
Chocolate melts {optional}

Tasty Tuesday {coconut condensed milk macaroons}

Pre-heat  oven to 160*C {320*F} and line a tray with baking paper.

Mix condensed milk, coconut and vanilla bean paste together until well combined. Drop spoonfuls of the mixture on the tray then pop them into the oven until they start to brown on top.

Take them out and set them aside to cool.

While they are cooling, melt your chocolate if using some. In microwave heat 2/3 of the chocolate for 30 seconds. Pour the rest of the chocolate into the bowl and stir. The heat should be enough to melt all of the chocolate and this ensures the chocolate will keep its gloss. If it needs more time, heat it in 10 second increments.

You can roll the macaroons fully in the chocolate, dip half of them or drizzle the chocolate over the top. Keep them in the freezer in an airtight container.

Tasty Tuesday {coconut condensed milk macaroons}I’m going to be popular in the office tomorrow.

And the voices in my pantry will be no more!

{I did have to taste these while making them – just in case they weren’t the correct consistency [they should be deliciously chewy], or tasted bad! Interestingly to me the chocolate tasted too sweet even after one week of cleansing. Not that I didn’t finish it. Obviously.}

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Sunday silliness

Attempting to get one photo to send to my sister … instead we got loads.

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All silly. All fun. All filled with happiness and love.

We really are so lucky.

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I can smell the warm

The warm weather is definitely with us in Sydney. Our frangipani tree seems to have sprouted leaves almost overnight, definitely within the past week they’ve been growing like crazy.

We got into the car one day this week and the air was warm … not the awful hot of mid-summer when you can’t touch anything without ouchies, rather the feeling of sliding into a warm tropical bath, which closes in on your senses.

I can smell the warm

I can smell the warm mumma.

That’s exactly it. Great observation Bubba.

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