Tuesday, 10 May 2016

An open letter to my kids school

An open letter to my kids’ school,

I see many parents take to social media to air their anger and frustration at their child’s school, mostly, when I see an article or a blog post about a school it is quite negative. This is not one of those letters. I wish to thank you, for all you have done.

My kids started last week, in the middle of term, if that was not hard enough they had so many things in their lives change recently. Your school, the students, staff and parents have all made my kids and I feel incredibly welcome. You did not brush off the anxiety my daughter felt, you never once told her she was silly for having feelings. I appreciate that, more than you know.

You embraced my kids as the people they are, you did not try to make them fit in to someone else’s standard of ‘normal’. I feel this is an incredibly important message you are sending the students, and, if more schools did the same perhaps we would have future leaders who embrace all types of people, regardless of the way they look.

To my daughter’s year 3 teacher, you made my daughter feel welcome from the moment she set foot in your classroom, when I took my kids on a tour of the school, you took my daughters hand and took her around your classroom to show her everything, you did not even know if she would be in your class at that stage, but you still took the time to make her feel welcome. You sat with my son, who wasn’t even going to be in your year level and talked about dinosaurs with him. You made my kids feel incredibly welcome on that day, you did not know the effort it had taken that morning to get my kids to agree to tour the school, you did not know that their trust, as well as mine, in people had been completely shattered. You helped them, and myself, start to trust people again. I was so thankful when I found out my daughter was in your class. I knew she would feel a bit better, and hopefully be a bit less anxious with you as a teacher. You have a special way with kids, especially kids who are anxious and worried.

To my son’s year 2 teacher, you made my son excited about being in your class and learning from the time you met him on his first day. You ensured he had an activity he was excited about to do and made sure he was introduced to other kids so he did not feel lonely or left out.

To you, you were probably only doing your job but to my kids and myself the care, compassion and kindness you have shown has meant the world. I know teachers do not always get appreciation, that often parents will complain about something but know that, for this family at least, we appreciate you and your actions have meant the world to us.


Lynette 

Monday, 9 May 2016

The curious case of the missing keys

Something strange happened on Friday and I have not been able to get it out of my head. I lost my keys. I know it is cliche but seriously it lead to quite a few events and now I am seriously considering the possibility of teleportation.

It started off early in the morning, I had not yet had my coffee, I moved my keys off the table and put them down next to me, at least I think I put them down next to me. I went and gulped down my coffee and as I was finishing I decided that I would put my keys next to the door so I do not lose them, so, I went to get them and they were gone. I looked on the floor, under chairs, everywhere around the area I had put them and I did not find them. I checked my handbag, they were not there, I checked it again just to make sure and there were no keys to be seen. They seemed to vanish into thin air.

My kids were getting ready for school and my daughter walked in and looked at m with concern as she watched me look at the place I left the keys blankly and mime putting keys on the table. Then I had a thought, maybe I had already put my keys next to the door. I went to check. There were no keys. This was rather worrying. I decided I needed more coffee to make my brain function properly, so I went to make one while thinking about how keys could just disappear. It was way to complicated for my brain to work out so early in the morning.



I was starting to get worried now as it was pushing 8am and we needed to leave my 8:25am. I removed everything from my handbag and checked and they were not there, I checked every room in the house, I asked my kids if they had seen my keys, they had not. I sat down to drink my coffee, wondering where my keys were and I heard my phone in my bag beep. I reached in to pull it out and found my keys attached to the phone. I had checked my bag multiple times. How did my keys get in my bag? How did they just vanish and reappear in a totally different place to where I left them?

So, since Friday I have been trying to figure out if teleportation and the ability of invisibility is possible for inanimate objects. I hope I never lose anything again. I don't think my mind can cope.

Sunday, 8 May 2016

Mothers Day Musings

Today is Mothers Day and it is bittersweet. This year will be ten years since my mum died. I have constantly thought of her today, very rarely a day goes by without me thinking about her. I thought about her yesterday while looking at the wombats at Healesville Sanctuary, which were her favourite animals, or when my kids do something funny or get a good school report or an awards, I know she would be proud of them. Holidays and special occasions I think about her more than normal. Mothers day, Christmas, Easter, Birthdays. I feel it start up in the morning with thoughts of presents I had given her and by the end of the day I am holding back tears.

This morning I woke up quite early, the kids were still asleep and I got up, had a coffee and took a few moments to think of my mother and miss her. I was 17 when she died and I wish she had lived long enough to meet her grandchildren, I know she would be as proud of them as I am. Soon my kids woke up, I was ordered back to bed while they did 'secret mothers day stuff' with my partner while I wasted time on social media.







Soon the kids came running into the bedroom with presents, which were actually quite nice. I got the black pair of boots I wanted, a lovely soft warm blanket and a puzzle which I can colour in, plus some cards the kids made at school and some store bought cards.  I stayed in bed a bit longer (in the sense of about an hour and a half) as my partner helped the kids make blueberry pancakes and my partner brought me a coffee ( At that moment I considered him a lifesaver). The pancakes were eaten (and were delicious) I got dressed and put on my new boots and have constantly been asked every 5 minutes if I like my presents. It was cute for the fist three times, now I want to stab myself in the eye with a fork whenever they decide to ask me. I have also received uncountable hugs and told 'Happy Mothers day" about 100 times. Which I have loved.

After I got up and dressed, I was on my laptop and scrolling through blog posts and facebook where I saw a lot of posts about mothers day. It got me thinking. Why do we only appreciate our mothers on mothers day? Why do we not appreciate them on other days of the year and show it? I am not taking about presents, I am talking about simple things such as hugs, saying things like thank you and I love you and doing little things like helping with the housework. I know I am guilty of not always appreciating my mother when she was still alive, I was lazy, expected her to clean and cook and very rarely thanked her for all she did.

I was also thinking about people who do not get along with their mothers, who do not have their mothers in their lives for various reasons. I wonder how they feel about this day? Do they feel sad? Do mothers look at their own kids on Mothers Day morning and wish their mothers had made an effort? Or that they had made more of an effort with their mothers?




Show appreciation to your mother this Mothers Day, Thank her for all she has done, appreciate her and continue to do so once mothers day is over and, if you are like me and your mother is no longer on this earth, I am sending you a big hug. I know your pain.

Happy Mothers day.


Friday, 6 May 2016

Total, utter exhaustion

Today there is not enough coffee in the world to keep my brain awake enough to function. It is not yet midday and I am counting down the minutes to bedtime already (or I would if my brain would function enough to do the maths). It was an early start with unmotivated kids and an even more unmotivated me. It started in the early hours of this morning. Here is a list of what has happened so far today:


  • Pirate Monkey decided he needed to get into bed with my partner and myself at some horrible hour during the night. This would not pose a problem except, well, Pirate Monkey decided the best way to get to me was to try and go though my partner so I had a fun time trying not to fall out of bed as Pirate Monkey took up more and more room. We ended up all being awake and up before 6am. This is just horrible.

  • I had had a sore back because my partner has limbs and was squashed up against me. See above point.

  • Pirate Monkey and Tinkerbell decided they wanted to have a conversation about what animals we will see tomorrow at Healesville Sanctuary (which I had optimistically promised them earlier in the week when I wasn't so tired). I had not yet finished my first cup of coffee and my brain was not functioning so I mainly stared at them blankly, trying to comprehend what they were talking about.

  • My partner left for work ( for the record he has ridiculously early start times) and I informed Pirate Monkey and Tinkerbell they needed to go brush their teeth. I found them a few minutes later staring at their toothbrushes like they had never seen one before.

  • I got the kids shoes out. When I asked the kids to put on their shoes, one of Tinkerbell's shoes had mysteriously vanished within the last two minutes. We finally found it, after ten minutes (It was under the table - no, I do not know how it got there)

  • I gulped down another coffee while Pirate Monkey asked for The Final Countdown to be played on repeat

  • I told the kids we were leaving for school in ten minutes. Tinkerbell made some unintelligible sound as she drew, Pirate monkey shrugged his shoulders as he continued to play with his leggo. 

  • 5 minutes later I told the kids they needed to pack up and get their bags for school, I went to get dressed. When I came out at 8:25, which is the time we need to leave for school, they had still not moved. I told them to go get their bags and cleaned up their toys.

  • We walked to school. Pirate Monkey saw a dead mouse on the footpath. Tinkerbell refused to walk over it, next to it, around it or anywhere near it. Pirate Monkey gleefully talked about the dead mouse as we crossed the road. Tinkerbell told him to stop talking. I just wanted to throw up.

  • Got to school. I was still half asleep, the principal came over to say hello so I had to pretend I could talk coherently. I failed.

  • Came back home. Played Candy Crush  Was extremely productive.

  • Am now ready for a nap

  • Am now counting down to bed time

Now I must go hang up the washing, fold washing, make the beds, clean the kitchen and clean up the lounge. Excuse me while I go curl up in a ball somewhere. I need coffee.

Monday, 2 May 2016

Anxiety: A timeline

This weekend I was very anxious. My older two children were flying as unaccompanied minors on a flight from Adelaide to Melbourne for the first time. Here is a timeline of my anxiety which started on Saturday and ended last night.

Saturday morning:
Highly anxious. I was needing to book the tickets for my children and I was working out finances and actually going to book the tickets all the while coming up with various scenarios including:

  • Realising I do not have the money for the tickets
  • Having the money for the tickets but not having any seats left on the plane
  • having seats left but not taking unaccompanied minors
  • Flight centre suddenly closed and I couldn't book the tickets, despite checking online and seeing that it was open all day
What actually happened was I had enough money, went in to flight centre and a very nice man called Jesse happily booked the tickets for me. You would think I would learn from that and be perfectly calm and relaxed right? wrong.




Saturday Afternoon:
Was relieved for quite a while. I had the tickets and emailed my ex with the details. I had some lunch and forgot about it for a while, then I started to think about it again. The following thoughts came into my head during the afternoon:


  • My ex would have a horrific car accident and my children would be seriously injured or worse
  • There would be horrible traffic and my ex would be late and miss the check in deadline
  • My kids would be terrified and refuse to get on the plane
  • My ex would not take them to the airport
  • My partner and I would be late to the airport and not be able to pick the kids up
  • I would not be able to find where I needed to pick the kids up from
My ex told me everything was sorted and he would drive the kids to the airport the following day.

Saturday night:
My partner and I tried to relax and I actually did until I went to sleep. Then I had horrible nightmares of running around Melbourne airport, which was completely empty besides myself, which just would never happen, unable to find my kids.

Sunday Morning:
I was extremely anxious for the following reasons:


  • I was impatiently and anxiously calmly and patiently awaiting 3pm when it would be time to leave for the airport
  • I was absolutely certain my ex had not out them on the plane
  • I was certain my kids refused to get on the plane
My ex messaged me and told me when he got to the airport and after writing a blog post and spending a lot of time on social media it was time to go. On the car trip I was very very anxious. The following thoughts crossed my mind:


  • My ex hadn't really gone to the airport. He was only saying it.
  • My kids had not gotten on the plane despite my ex telling me they were on the plane
  • The plane would crash
  • We would crash and not get to the airport
  • We would get hopelessly lost and spend the rest of our lives driving around lost despite my partner knowing Melbourne pretty well and having a GPS.
  • My kids would be terrified and have massive anxiety attacks on the plane
Once we got to the airport:
I was the most anxious when we were actually at the airport. We checked the arrivals board and saw the plane was due to land twenty minutes early, we had ten minutes to get to the gate. The problem started when we needed to go through security. There was a long line and I was sure we would be there for a long time. We got through very quickly and got to the gate with about five minutes to spare. The staff at the gate told me the kids would be the last ones off. Once the plane arrived I was sure they were not on the plane as I waited for about ten minutes millions of hours for all the other passengers to get off the plane. Then, finally, I saw them and relief spread throughout my body. I signed the form stating I had picked them up and we headed home. The relief was amazing.

I really hate anxiety.

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Reality TV - What the???

This morning I got to thinking, what is with 'reality' shows? I have watched a few, and was just struck by how unrealistic they actually are. It seems there is a reality show for everything these days - cooking, house renovations, people famous for no particular reason ( the Kardashians anyone?), people watching TV (which is actually quite entertaining - the comments are hysterical). Some are supposed to be quite light hearted, others attempt to be serious.
I was originally going to write a post about cooking shows and how they are more about the drama than actual cooking but something has greatly annoyed me lately. Two reality shows have enraged me and I ranted to my partner about it (which he called me adorable which I AM NOT i was angry but that's not the point) and if my partner reads this he is likely to call me adorable again.

  



I am talking about the two reality shows Married at first sight and Seven year switch. I refuse to watch these shows. I do not like what they stand for. These shows make light of marriage and relationships. Let's start with the first one Married at first sight. For those of you who have not heard about this show, two complete strangers meet for the first time at their wedding. They get married in front of their friends and family to a complete stranger and suddenly find themselves living with someone they do not know. A few things about this concern me:

1. These people do not know each other. What is to say that one of them is not a complete psychopath? How do they know these people are not some crazy serial killer? Just because they have a clear police check does not mean they are not. It just means they have not been caught.

2. These are basically arranged marriages. Now I realise that in some cultures arranged marriages are part of the culture but not in Australia. Everyone has the right to choose who to marry.

3. These people seemed more concerned about a wedding and being on TV. That os not what marriage is about.

There are many more points I could make if I could bring myself to actually watch the show and well this is a blog post so now onto the second show.

Seven year switch made me quite angry when I first heard about it. To me, this show is condoning cheating. What sort of message does that send to young people? This show is saying if you get bored, go and find someone else. If you have problems in a relationship, do not go on national TV and air it, talk to each other privately, go to couples counselling, do something privately. The whole of Australia does not need to see your problems. I can't see problems being sorted this way.

I will continue to boycott these shows. What have we come to that we consider these sorts of things to be entertainment? other people's pain is not entertainment and should never be treated as such.