Fifteen years ago I made a choice.

The choice was not to be a parent. I live with that choice everyday.

Except 7 years ago that choice arose again and I took a different path.

I became a mother.

Today is Mother’s day here. My little one is the love of my life. His smile can do the most amazing things on the darkest of days. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a look of joy on his face. A hug from him can make my day and the random “I love you’s” make my heart melt. I got a kiss this morning and a cold piece of pizza and I totally awwed.

He rocks.

So a reminder.

Tell your mum you love her today, give her a hug.

It’s the little things that count

I had a shit bout of insomnia last night which pissed me off as I had an early morning start today. The parents asked me and the little one to spend the day with them which I wanted to do as it’s not a regular occurence. Family is important, quality time is precious. We had that and lots of laughs. We ended up going for a drive and exploring a cool place and I managed to get some freekin cool shots today. The views were amazing …

Uni starts tomorrow … yeeeehaaaa! no more freekin waiting. A new chapter in Impyland begins …

Am I ready?

Fuck Yeah!

And to all the negative fuckers in my life…. yeah I did it.
Fuck you I’m happy and I’m living my dreams and reaching my goals.
This has been a long time coming.

Right now I need sleep. Updates tomorrow …

Four generations gathered together. Scottish blooded kiwis.

Nana, her clan of six children, her grandchildren and her great grandchildren.

The only person who wasn’t there was Poppa and he was missed. He’d be proud of his family. As dysfunctional as we all are, there is a huge amount of love to go around.

There was lots of laughter and jokes, squabbling between sisters, kids playing happily, old photographs handed around and giggled at.

Nana turned 80 a few days ago, we had old neighbours from when we all were little. Nana and Poppa lived in a big old house in a small street in a country town. Things back then were simple, family was always close and we all lived in each others pockets. Cousins were all like sisters and brothers, we all spent alot of time at Nana and Poppas house. Looking at all of the photos and hearing all of the stories bought back some very special memories.

There were dramas which is nothing new when it comes to our dysfunctional lot. A cousin having a drama llama moment and sulking at everyone. Hillarious entertainment from ones of the kids. Drunken aunts who were ‘cheap dates’ as they called it, one and a half glasses of wine and the voice levels rose and tipsy as hell including my mother who doesn’t normally drink. Family speeches. Nana punching an aunt in the arm for ‘taking the piss out of her’ and aunts and uncles crying with laughter… Nana wears her shirts tucked into her pants and for a family photo all of her children all tucked their shirts in their pants. Hehe.

It’s been a long three days and I am absolutely shattered but glad I went. The best part is I got to see aunts and uncles who came from overseas and from places far away who were a big part of my life growing up. Distance and time doesn’t sever the good bonds that are there.

Somehow I don’t think there is going to be another time where all of us will be gathered in one place together, it was a special time and one I’ll remember.

Now I just need to sleep and re-engage my brain into functioning again.

Let’s see in the last five days I have designed about 8 web templates, redesigned a blog, baked, polished wooden floors, worked two of those days, been a mummeh and generally had no time for fack all else. Tonight I am going to wrap presents.

Tomorrow Molten and I are off doing last minute xmas shopping without the hyper induced kids around. They are getting more and more excited with the countdown to xmas day.

Xmas Eve day I am off to do the family thing and catch up with my Mum and sister and nieces and nephew to do our xmas thing.

Xmas day is a morning full of family fun and unwrapping presents, then off to the relatives house to have a big family bash with Moltens crew and an overnight with wine and far too much food hehe.

Boxing is a special get together with our leather family … shall be much fun.

The next day is my son’s 6th birthday. The following day is his birthday shopping trip.

So you could say Impy is a little busy.

I think I am going to implode.

*blinks*

I haz been baking today. Pudding … ice cream and Moro Muffins (chocolate chunks with caramel and yoghurt)

UBER NOMS!

And will be baking on Thursday and Saturday too  inbetween festive wines of course!

Spiderman cake here I come …. although the request for a lime birthday cake is a little dubious. That boy of mine has some weird tastebuds.

Green Spiderman cake … hmmm.

I shall posts pictures when I get the chance.

*flop*

8.15am
Beautiful sunny day today. I’m wearing shorts because I know I am going to melt. I also take great glee in shocking people with the whiteness of my legs. Who knows, I may well scare children with them.

9am
Stop off at the coffee shop and grab a strong coffee because I am about to embark on a school trip with around sixty, loud, rambunctious happy 5 year olds. Go me. Yup masochist totally.

9.30am
In the bus and travelling.  The noise is insane. I’m sat next to a parent (dude) who is apparently a electrician and has three kids and blah blah blah blah blah blah blaaaaaah.  Little introvert me spends most of the time staring out the window, nodding inbetween smiling.

10am
Get to destination and sit there listening to a guy who I can only describe as a self proclaimed amusing dork who is the days guide.  Kids pig out on food. Little one swipes my pringles. Mummy nawt impressed.

10.30am
Impy gets to parade about with 5 of her very own midgets for the day, a task sheet and small amounts of time to cram in as much walking as possible and trying to remember all the weird names of the kids I have to look after. Impy ends up reverting to the word “Oi” for all of them.

11.30am
Wooo tram ride. Saying woo was the most entertaining part of the whole ride. Kids singing xmas songs the whole way there and back … not so woo.

12 noon
Victorian games consisting of tug-o-war. Awesome hehe. Egg and spoon races in which most of the kids turned the wooden spoons into swords and had awesome sword fights. Impy wanders round on stilts trying not to fall on children.

12.30pm
Lunch. Impy snarls at little one trying to pinch her beef jerky. Mine!  He has a whole fantastical lunchbox of assorted noms that he won’t share with mummy.

1pm
Sat in a room with shit air conditioning listening to the still stupid guide rattling on about xmas traditions which infact were mostly a load of crap and poorly taught.
Made chocolates. Ate chocolate.

2pm
Bus ride home. Standing.

3pm
Stumble in the door with a red bull and a bottle of wine Impy bought on the way home.

I figured I earned my wine today. Little dude scoffing an ice cream.

Seriously the last time I went there it was AWESOME but thats when I was seven … not so much fun now …

The most weirdest part of the day was watching the little ones staring at the old ‘dial’ telephones wondering how the fuck to use them. Seriously none of them know any different they all think phones have push buttons.

Was it worth it? Hell yes, one thing I love is being able to be the first person to see the look of awe on the little dude’s face when he experiences something for the first time.

Priceless.

I have sunburn, my feet hurt, I don’t wanna move. Chasing children running amok in a museum … strenuous.

Right now head full of hair dye, nail polish neatly lined up on the desk and glass of red wine. Impy time.

Little dude is tucked away snoring in bed.

I’m fooked.