Smugness of separation anxiety

Yesterday was my bi-monthly gym visit since I started Morning Tea Leave.

The baking, coffees and Nigella inspired meals in my attempt to knock Martha Stewart off her smug perch are taking their toll. Next year's Biggest Loser will be a world first. It'll take all three trainers to focus on one person who gives the Ghostbusters dough boy a binge eating for its money.

The last three times Mini Me was in the crèche were tolerable. Yes there were tears, mostly from me as I looked at the scales, but the upside was Mini Me passed out before the car door opened and would sleep. It is the only activity that has actually tired her out. Why didn't I do this more as I spent many a day bouncing on the gym ball to get her to sleep? Every time she came away with a cold. And reread sentence one... Bimonthly visit.

New year, new me and off we wobbled.

It was the most satisfying 15-minutes of my life.

Benefit of being a mum #8

Spending the morning in a park, lying on a rug and staring at the trees.

Life doesn't get simpler or happier than this.

 

Best Chocolate Tart too good NOT to share

Oh. My. F-ing. Goodness.

This Tim Tam Tart, yes you read that alliteration right, this Tim Tam Tart is simple, decadent, delicious, fool-proof, rich, tasty, melt-in-your-mouth amazing.

A tasty tart

Glad to see the back of him

In theory having your husband home is a great thing. Another pair of hands to help. Another pair of eyes to watch. Someone to talk to.

In reality, it's another person making mess. It's someone who watches TV while I prefer the radio. It's someone who is relaxing while you're pottering around.

Having Hubby home over the festive break was lovely at first. Walks, lunches, all very romantic and he is generally helpful. But as he goes back to work today it is with a sign of relief not just from me but also him.

Benefit of being a mum #7

Morning tea leave. That's what I like to call maternity leave.

I have never gone out for so many coffees, picnics or lunch dates in my life. Who wants to go back to work when you can do this everyday?

Like a pair of old trackies

A good friend is like a pair of old trackies. No matter how old, worn or faded they are, you can slide right in them, they feel oh so comfortable and never let you down.

That's what it was like seeing our best mate, and pseudo brother-from-another-mother, yesterday after two years apart.

From our slightly younger days

Sweaty Happy New Year from Darwin

I hate New Year's Eve - everyone in the world trying to have a good time and everyone's definition of fun is different, so invariably no one has a good time.

That's why my favourite New Year's Eves have been overseas. Being in a different location and on holiday just puts you in a happier mood.

Sadly our budgets couldn't extend to an overseas destination and there was somewhere I hadn't been in a long time; up north to see my dad.


My little flight buddy - she was a dream.