I love seeing Ashton and Jett interact with Brian and visa versa cause there is very little time during the week when there is school and work where they get to spend some quality time together.

Ashton has always loved being thown about by Brian.  Jett wouldn’t     have a bar of it and doesn’t like doing anything like this.

She is pretty at home up there.  I am sure Brians arm muscles get a good work out when she is in this hanging about type of mood

Jett on the other hand is quite happy to sit back at watch it all happen.

When we go down to visit Brians mum and dad in Dunsborough, the kids love playing with their dogs Roxy and Hurcules although I am sure after us being there for a few days they are happy to see us drive away for a rest

My mind says no because the day that Jett was born I knew I had PND. This lasted for a good 18mths or so and it was possibly the darkest days of my 36yrs of being alive. PND unless you have been there and suffered it, is just indescribable and is something I just wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Anyway perhaps that can be left for another post.

Now for my dream…..  Oh yeah, before I go on. We are building a house and at the rate the house is being completed you would think we are building the Taj Mahal or something equally as grand, but alas no, we are just building a stock standard 4×2 house. The initial plan had 4 bedrooms plus an activity room, which was in between the two bedrooms at the back of the house. We removed the activity room and made the two bedrooms extra big, so the kids could have room down the track for desks etc when they get to the studying age. The third bedroom is a study/spare room/ STAR WARS Room for Brian to put all his collection in and display.

Anyway back to my dream…..

In my dream, our house is almost at completion and we are getting ready to move in. Then I discover I am pregnant (remember this is just a dream) and I am a little worried how its all going to go when I tell Brian. I remember feeling these mixed emotions of how I will handle it all, I mean there would be a 50/50 chance that I would end up with PND again and I swore to myself I would never go there so to say the least I am a little stressed. But in my dream I can remember dreading telling Brian, not because he wouldn’t normally be excited but because he would be worried he would not be able to get his Star Wars room he has always wanted. I remember in my dream he was a little shocked at first, and we chatted back and forth about it for a while, but then he said “Nope, No. We can’t keep it. I want my Star Wars room”

So I woke up feeling very uneasy and had that momentary WTF is happening moment, but then realized it was just a dream, had a bit of a giggle and went back to sleep.

So last night, he was tapping away on the computer and I was trying to sleep and he reminds me again “You haven’t blogged for 50 days….”

Yes, it was a fleeting moment of something new for me but I find it really hard to blog.  I get frustrated with the interface cause I can’t put up a picture or what ever and it in the end it just works out toooooo hard so I give in.

So here it is, on my 51st day of not blogging I have put something down on paper…  Not quiet sure thats what you say when its typing but you get my meaning.

Now this made me laugh, he likes to think he is under the thumb or something but that is soooo far from the truth.  He has it pretty easy.

Then something happened.  I stuck my hand up and told everyone I sometimes think people try to hard.  Answers to prayers aren’t given instantly, you are giving things to challenge you, make you a stronger person and you can’t bitch about each time you are met with adversity.

I gave the instance of when I had PND after Jett was born.  I woke up every day hating my life and after 18mths of feeling like shit, the darkness lifted and I could see the light again.  Although I question the reasonings for me having those feelings and suffering like I did, I am grateful and stronger for the experience.  So every morning when I didn’t want to get out of bed or when I wanted to crawl back into bed, I would pray to give me strength, wisdom and endurance.  18mths later, I finally received an answer to my prayers.

So after church, this elderly lady came and talked to me.  She shared her story with me about how 50yrs ago she suffered PND and of course nobody knew what it was she was suffering. They just all thought she was going insane.  She told me about how she had planned to take her own life with a concoction of drugs that she had been given until she was prompted to get down on her hands and knees and pray.  She told me that her prayers had then been answered by being put in touch with the Mormon Missionary came to her door.  She told me that she lived in a little English Village somewhere in the UK and the missionaries hadn’t been back to that Village since the days of Brigham Young.

The raw emotion that this lady showed me this morning was extremely touching.  Here this little lady who would have been in her 70-’s I would say was telling me about how she suffered from PND and shed tears about how she was ready commit suicide.  I know that when I went to the doctor concerned about how I was feeling, that idiot doctor told me to go shopping, but luckily for me I had more knowledge on how this all works cause there was more awareness 5 years ago than there was 50 years go.  I could only imagine her pain that she must have experienced and I was grateful she shared it with me.

This morning she woke up and she said it was still a bit sore, felt a bit “bubbly” and things are a bit muffled.  She still wanted to go to school.  I can’t see why she should stay home if she isn’t really sick and she is wanting to go to school.  So I went and told the teacher she may be a little quiet today and not able to hear too well, and if it gets any worse I will come and pick her up….

Anyway this is where the smart cookie bit comes into it…..

While I was waiting for the teacher to arrive, I was outside Ashtons class room and all the boys in her class were mucking around as boys do.  Anyway they started chatting to me and one of them said “Do you know that Ashton is the SMARTEST in the whole class?”  (she is in a split yr 2-3 class) And then all the other boys started talking about how smart she was, and how she is smarter than them and they are in year 3….  Well then all the girls started in on the conversation also…  BUT its funny how bitchy girls are.  They started making exceptions “She isn’t the SMARTEST in the class but she is the SMARTEST year 2″  or “She is pretty smart but so am I” or “She is pretty smart and can read well but there are others who are just as smart”.  All the while, poor Ashton is shrinking back into me more and more, groaning with everyone discussing her.  So I pointed out that it doesn’t really matter who the smartest is in the class, just as long as you give everything your best shot.  They all agreed and thankfully the conversation stopped there but still the boys turned to me and said “She really is the smartest in the class though.”

I just found it funny that the boys were OK with saying she was the smartest, but the girls got very defensive and had exceptions.  Bitchiness really is learnt from an early age.

I am surprised that she didn’t pass out through lack of breathing or something cause she sure talked from the moment she woke up pretty much to the time she went to school.

One of the funny things she said while I was doing her hair this morning was this…..

“Mum, if my neck wasn’t so long, I wouldn’t be so tall and my hair would be longer….”  and then she just went on and one about having a shorter neck….  Oh my goodness, I am sure my ears were at the point of bleeding and I had to go have a shower to escape her chatter….  So yeah she was all better and ready and willing to go to school weather she liked it or not  Brian would say that she is a typical female, but I am sure I don’t talk none stop from the moment my eyes open in the morning about useless crazy stuff like I heard today.

But having said all of this, I am eternally grateful that she is a fit, healthy, chatty and lets not forget imaginative young lady.  Truth be known, she is possibly like this every morning but I have missed it over the last couple of days cause she had a sore throat, which she described as dry and muggy….  Now she is all better, thank goodness.

Poor little Jett on the other hand I am not so sure about but he is at school today.

“Well you know in Star Wars (couldn’t remember the episode) where Princess whats-her-face (Ashton knew who I meant) hops off the Space Ship thing with Jay from Play School, (Ashton was right there and knew exactly what I meant) and then the Space Ship blows up and she dies, well it wasn’t really the Princess who dies, it was one of her maids… Thats a decoy.”

I know there is going to be a few people out there reading this, that will slap me and tell me I should know better.  My husband is the worst Star Wars Freak out there and I don’t know what episode is what….  But I do pay attention when I happen to watch the movies

So this morning I figured we may as well do it today.  I did a bit of googling to find a recipe that was easy for us to make. I asked the kids what they new about ANZAC day, and Jett pipes up and says “Its not a day, its a biscuit Mum.”  So quiet clearly I had some teaching to do about the meaning of ANZAC.

Here are some pictures before they went in the oven.

Side note to my husband:  Yes I know they are sideway,  just turn your head.