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Business or Pleasure?

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I’m one very lucky mummy. We are just back from 10 days in Fiji. My Little Me’s love Fiji, as does the doting husband. Me? I adore it! Je t’aime Fiji. Although we don’t really do the true Fijian experience. It is more of a resort, pool, cocktail kind of experience.

This time we stayed at the Intercontinental Fiji Golf Resort and Spa at Natadola bay.  About an hour drive from the airport. It was fabulous. First time down on the coral coast and we were blown away. We stayed in one of their two bedroom club suites (with its own plunge pool!! Thankyou husband!!) WOW! Huge room! Ginormous…but no kitchen?! We had complimentary breakfast, high tea and cocktail and canapés hour. And the resort was so quiet. Great time to go.

And the beach, oh, the beach! Not rough at all with white sand and turquoise blue water! We enjoyed a dip there and a few of our companions tried paddle boarding (One of which was a gun at it and caught a small wave all the way in!).

We then headed back to the Fiji Beach Resort and Spa managed by the Hilton , colloquially known as the Hilton. This is in Denarau, a man-made island about 20 mins form the airport. Great spot as you have many of the 5 star hotels (Hilton, Sofitel, Westin, and Sheraton) within walking distance. Great hotel and one of our favourites. If you go, get a beachfront suite with plunge pool.

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But I didn’t start this to boast about our trip or give away free plugs. I wanted to raise awareness on an issue. I heard it first from the character “Claire” on Modern Family,”… I’m a mom travelling with her kids. It’s not a vacation, it’s a business trip.” Can you see my dilemma?

Apart from being away from home, I still have to feed them (okay, not cook, but worry about what they will eat, when they will eat, where they will eat, not to mention how to prevent them from eating chips at every meal!), I still have to clothe them (did I pack correctly? What is clean? Are they wearing clean undies?). And put them to bed (Will Eloise wet the bed? Is it 7pm in Sydney yet? Will the girls talk all night?). For a mother*, a holiday is really just packing some clothes in a bag (along with all manner of paraphernalia to keep children occupied whilst traveling to wherever), and then spending the next however many days settling the child/children in a different room/bed, in a strange place, entertaining said child/children and pressuring yourselves to have fun because WE ARE ON HOLIDAYS!

For someone who never had the luxury of going on a business trip whilst I was “working” (refer to previous post), I can finally see what you were all complaining about! I love my children and I love seeing my children laugh and frolic in the pool the whole day. And I love having my whole family together creating memories. Going on holiday alone would be a completely different experience. But would I enjoy it as much? Not for one second.

*Again, I use the term “mother” loosely. It can pertain to any primary care giver. Please insert desired nouns as you see fit.

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I have a problem. I need some advice.

How do you teach children tact?

I know the age old anecdote of children being brutally honest, but at what point does it borderline rudeness?

Let me give you the painstakingly embarrassing moments I have had to deal with over the past three days.

Scene 1: At swimming with the Eloise (who we all know is the strong silent type #NOT). Next to us is quite a larger woman, who has no hair. I am assuming she has undergone or is going through some sort of treatment for cancer or similar. Eloise pipes up “ Mummy, why is that lady so big?” URGH!!! Floor open up and swallow me now! WHY IS THAT LADY SO BIG?” Double URGH! What did I do? I just muffled her mouth under the guise of drying her hair and ushered her out quicker than you could say “Um,  excuse me!?”

Scene 2: Pulled up in the car next to another car with a dog panting out the window, being held by, admittedly, a rather surly looking lady. Eloise notices the puppy and I suggest that perhaps we don’t pat him, just in case and proceeded to open my door to disembark the vehicle. “Yeah, don’t touch Lulu, because the lady looks angry.” URGH!  I quietly closed the door, and very softly turned to Stella and expressed how that comment could be misconstrued and thought of as quite rude. URGH!

Scene 3: I was pregnant with Angus. For some unknown reason I decided we, the three of us (the girls and I) needed to go to Bunnings…oh that’s right, would be called nesting! So there we are in the lift on the way up from the carpark with another unwitting gentleman in the lift. “What’s your name?” Eloise pipes up. “John” says the gentleman. “Mum, is John a nice name for the baby?” asks Stella. URGH! Save Me! Don’t get me wrong, John is a lovely name, but just not my baby. I could lie to my child, a white lie, not hurting anyone, or I could say No, I don’t like John as a name!” URGH!

So that is just a little snap shot into my life of managing the per-schoolers mouths. And I’m not a very good PR person for them. I can’t help it. They just come out with this stuff, sporadically, spontaneously, randomly. You want the real #nofilter, try hanging out with my small children!

And here lies my need for help. How do you teach a child tact when you are also teaching your child honesty, importance of having an opinion and to speak up? I am stumped.

We have taken the road of not talking about anyone’s looks, pretty or ugly and too, not talking about anyone’s possessions: Lets not talk about anyone full stop. Well, no. That is hard. How are my girls going to tell me about their days at school or what they did at a friend’s house if they are taught nit to talk about people. And if our rule is don’t say anything nasty about people, how do we explain what is nasty. That saying someone has a fat bottom is nasty, but what if it’s true? “I know that lady has a fat bottom Lulu, but you can’t say that?” URGH! Come On! That is damn confusing, necessary, but so unclear.

HELP! How have you taught your children tact?

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THANKYOU!!

Many of my friends have recently begun doing something they enjoy. I have seen the self pride in their eyes and decided to do the same. I really enjoy writing. I’m not going to suggest for a second that I am any good and/or that it will get me any where, but I enjoy it. To have people enjoy reading my words warms my heart.

Thankyou.

These are for you.

Thankyou for taking the time to read and to comment; because of your enthusiasm, I will continue.

You never know, you may even be the subject of one of my stories

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Getting to know you

Before we develop our relationship any further, I probably should introduce you around.

If our family was a stick figure family, you know the ones you see on the car*, what would we be?

Dad would be in golfing gear or by the bbq, beer in hand. He is the stereo-typical Aussie man in appearance, but a real S.N.A.G.

Miss 5, otherwise known as Stella, or lately “drop and go” because she literally (and I hate using that word unless it IS literal) picks something up, walks ten paces then drops it and walks away! She would be in a swimming cossie or by an easel. Or if they do one, perhaps an image pinching the middle child? She is our big girl. School next year, sleep overs, reading and writing. über sensitive though and very protective of her little people.

Number 2, middle child – wild child, Eloise (Lulu) would be depicted in animal skin with a bone through her hair ala Pebbles from the Flinstones. Or …nope, that is really how I see her! In truth she is 3 going on 5. Seeing everything Stella can do and expecting to be able to do the same. This works wonders when it involves writing or numbers, but not so well when climbing, or staying up late.

And the little man, Angus. His sticker would be sitting happily on the end, huge grin, head turned toward the big girls, clapping away. I have been asked three times this week alone if he ever cries. Yes, he does, but the solution is usually very simple. He is perfectly happy to lie/sit watching the world go on around him.

Mum (me) would be…hhhhmmmm…. shopping maybe? Or all dressed up? Lounging by the pool, cocktail in hand? Definitely not in an apron, or by an ironing board, or cleaning anything! What ever the image, I’d have a huge smile.

Although I loathe stick figure families, I’d love to know how you’d depict yourselves? Have you seen any shockers? how many is too many for a stick figure family?

Fun Pirate Stick Figure Family Vinyl Decals   Hi! Here we have an original pirate stick figure family. Plunder the shopping malls in style!

*Did I mention that I hate, loathe, dislike immensely those stick figure family stickers!!! Urgh! Apologies if you belong to one.
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Oh, you dont work?

“Oh, you’re a stay at home mum…what DO you Do all day?”

“Do you work?”

“Wish I could have long lunches and watch TV all day!”

Oh PAH-LEEEEASE!
Let me walk you through our day, oh ignorant, relaxed, well dressed and beautifully coiffed one.

Day begins with Master under 1 (he is 5 mths any day now!). Actually no, that is a lie. Day begins with Miss 3 1/2 needing to go to the toilet at around 5am. Actually no,  that is a lie too…I make my incredibly supportive husband (who works so hard for me to stay at home) get up to her anytime before 6.30am.

So, my day does actually start at 6.30 when i am rudely woken the “tip toes” of Miss 5 who insists on using our bathroom instead of her own each morning (regardless of our bathroom being so much further than her own!). Once I am out of my sleepy fog it is up to get little man milk. All go from there: shower, get dressed, get the boy dressed, breakfast x 4, get girls dressed, what day is it? Make lunch if it’s a kindy day, pack swimmers if it’s a swimming day, pick up the weeks junk off the floor of it’s a cleaner day (okay, okay, I have a cleaner! Told you my husband was fabulous!!), make beds, pack car, put kids in car, get in car….oh wait, forgot a load of washing, collect washing off the floor, take out dry load from dryer, put wet load in dryer, put new load on. Breathe. You get the idea. And chances are, if you are a mother or father or primary care giver of some description, you do virtually the same every morning.

I am a morning person, have always been so, I get most of our jobs/activities/playdates done by 1pm at which time we come home, maybe Little man and I, or us plus one blonde princess or on Mondays all four of us. And then we start the afternoon version of the morning. Unpack any bags or shopping, feed the little me’s, adjudicate any disagreements, think about dinner, (maybe, if I’m lucky, get in one episode of The Real Housewives), do any folding (HA! yeah right!), make it look like I have been über busy all day in time for my beloved to walk through the front door. Phew! I’m knackered!

I know, I know, it doesn’t sound that bad, and believe me, its not. I love it! I saw a great quote on Pinterest (follow me by the way): https://i0.wp.com/media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/originals/db/85/13/db8513aed231c332a4ada7b2f3121562.jpg

And that is so darn true! Each day drags and drags and although I say I love it, come 5 o’clock, like the kidlets, I am waiting, nay , yearning for that door to open and daddy/husband to walk in. Adult company perhaps. Perhaps it’s because I only need to ask him something once (well, mostly)? Phew! We made it through another day.  But then, all of a sudden, I am packing away the 000’s Wondersuits and 0-3mth cardigans which belonged to Mr <1 and giving away any pink clothes smaller than a size 3. *sigh*.

I am one of the lucky ones. I was never really cut out for a big corporate career. I enjoyed working, but always knew I was meant to create my own army. And I have. I love being an at home mum. I scream at them, I hug them, I teach them and I play with them. I watch them, each in their own stage of development and they really are me, my three little me’s.

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Do you have any mini me’s? I’d love to meet you and hear about your little army.

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Hello there!

Oh Hi! Nice to see you. Thankyou for stopping by.

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Just like to introduce myself.

Abbey. Wonderful mother, although they are still young, but so far so good. They say please and thankyou (when prompted), they smile and laugh, they are fed and clothed (both quite well in fact!). Loving daughter, becoming more loving as I finally begin to appreciate what it is my parents were doing for me for all those years. Great friend (well, I’d be my friend!). Oh and wife…sorry honey, that is possibly where I drop the ball sometimes…oops.

I am an at home mum. I like to write. I’m not suggesting i am any good at it, but  enjoy writing, because I get to tell my story that way, and you have to listen because you can’t very well stop reading mid sentence……unless you just did…??

I had a little “blog” (I hate that word by the way) a while back. I neglected it. It was useful at the time and I enjoyed it, but life got in the way. Who’s to say the same wont happen again? I hope it wont. I feel like I have a little better understanding of social media and “blogging” now, so we might do a bit better this time around. If you are from blog version 1.0, thanks for joining me on the new endeavor!

I think that is all that is important for now. I have written today so have a few more posts to come up over the next few days which I’d like your opinions on. I love feedback. Please tell me what you think or what you would like more of (or less of for that matter!). I’m not very good with photos but will aim to get a few picks of the teacup humans up.

Oh and ps: the four animals at the top of the page? Totally meant to happen! it’s the mini’s and I. Who do you think is who?

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