Friday, October 29, 2010
Well I think the drought has finally broken around here, this is our little winter creek, usually you can step over the trickle, not this day!
I'm home here in Ballarat for five glorious days.
It's been a few months since we decided to send our children to a different Steiner school. and it has gotten easier.
We are keeping our home in Ballarat, too much of us has gone into this place, to sell it would break my heart. But of course traveling everyday is not ideal with little ones, so we have bought a little cottage in Guildford to live in during the week and then come home on weekends.
It's been hard, I miss my garden, my home, it is the centre of who I am.
Lugging a weeks worth of dirty washing home every weekend, and trying to get it dry in two days, is impossible. Did I tell you how wet it has been?
Imagine how you feel when you are packing up to go on holiday, how there's no head space for anything else. Well I've been packing up every Sunday and unpacking every Monday at the cottage and packing up friday and unpacking Satuday at home.
And because I don't have two of everything yet, I do have to pack everything including the kitchen sink.
But I do feel grateful.
Grateful, that I have this option.
Grateful, that I have found more blessings than I realised.
Grateful, that I see it with new eyes.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
For ten years, toes have been tickled, belly-buttons have been kissed, songs have been sung and bottoms have been changed on this change table.
Yet, not one photo I have, of a baby on it.
This piece of funiture has followed me round my house for over a decade, it sat by the fire when my first was born. Then it followed Jim into the nursery.
When Joseph came along, it made it's way to the family room till summer then into the cooler laundry.
Upstairs it went when Flynn was born.
And stayed in the bathroom for the whole time for Alice.