Busy busy

That is my life. Busy busy busy.

Still, it's never dull.

Work has been flat out all week, and has been sensational. I absolutely LOVE what I am doing, which makes going to work a true pleasure, although granted sometimes it is difficult if the night preceding has been particularly wakeful. Which is often. Coffee, red bull and coke get me through. All good.

My kids are all getting christened on Sunday. I had originally intended they would be christened far earlier, but for various reasons it didn't come about. So Sunday is the day. Tabitha didn't have a white dress. Lexi did. Angus has a white shirt. So on Monday I made Tabitha a white dress. I had an old deb dress or some sort of white floofy dress, I took it apart at the seams, then reconstructed it. And I must say I've done a cracker job! Yay me!!! Tabitha did scream when I put it on her but, well, she'll get over that......

And I got my first "thank you" gift from a client today. Some wine. I'm absolutely chuffed. And yesterday I got a call from a senior barrister thanking me for the work I had done. Truly, I am just amazed. Not only do I love what I'm doing, but I get thanks for it. Now who could possibly have a better job?

Never underestimate

a human's capacity for stupidity.

That is all.

I haven't forgotten

that I'm blogging again. I have however had an horrifically busy week at work, so by the time the minis are asleep (which is later than usual these days for some reason) I'm just about ready to imitate the behaviour of a vegetable and lay like broccoli on the sofa until I can drag myself into bed. And if I'm feeling particularly motivated I will iron something for work. This week I opted for the "this looks ok enough to wear without ironing" tack.

And there's another job for tomorrow.

Isn't it funny how there is always something to do? I hear people say they are bored. I am rarely bored. Sometimes I'm tired with what I have to do, but never bored. Boredom insinuates that you have nothing to do. I have plenty. I just truly can't be naffed sometimes cos I'm so tired. But I think that's fairly normal in my situation.

So I'm having a glass of red, some chicken twisties for dinner (yes, I know, bad bad bad), and might just slotheningly drape myself onto the sofa and watch some drivel for a while until one or more of the kidlets does the obligatory 10pm wakeup, then flop into bed for some much needed zeds.

Hopefully the weekend will recharge me. I'm sure it will. It has to. If not, well, I'll just have one extra coffee.....that should do it.....

You can clean

until your heart is content. And continue cleaning. And the house can be spotless (not that it is, but I try to at least maintain some semblance of order).

But when you go to get your daughter's shoes from the shoerack and there are ants everywhere you being to wonder.

And when you shake all the ants out of the shoe and find a piece of ant-covered nutri grain that answer becomes apparent.

Cleaning can only do so much. Children do the rest.

And that is the lesson for the day.

7 years

of study.

Bachelor of Laws.

Master of Commercial Law.

Graduate Diploma in Legal Practice (if I pass......).

And I'm done. I did it.

And that'll just about do for now. 

5 days

That's how long remains of my Graduate Diploma of Legal Practice.

And then if I pass that, all things going well, on 14 August 2012 I will be admitted to practice in the state of Victoria.

And so will come to fruition over 7 years of study. 7 years of staying up into the wee hours. That's the thing, and hear me out.

I started studying before I had kids. I got pregnant with Lexi when I was part-way through my law degree. And continued on, at a lesser course load. I finished the degree when pregnant with Tabitha.

Throughout this time, I did not sleep a great deal. Tabitha was the classic non-sleeper, and Lexi suffered awful night terrors from 10 months old. So basically my nights were wrecked anyway, and going to sleep just exacerbated this. Well, going to sleep before about midnight anyway. So I used that time to my advantage. I rarely studied while the kids were awake because it wasn't practical. I used that "dead" night time, where I was waiting for "something" to happen to actually achieve something. And I did.

And when I became pregnant with Angus I knew I wasn't going back into the workforce in the immediate future. My degree was finished, but I would be at home with three kids, full-time, being a SAHM. I loved that, don't get me wrong. But I needed something for me.

So I started my Masters degree while pregnant with Angus. I did the same thing - studied at night after the kids had gone to bed and before the night terrors hit, before the bottle scream, after the bottle scream and after the night terror. I was used to very little sleep so to be honest it was not that big a change.

And so I eventually ended up with two degrees.

And now I'm working. And in five days I will have finished the last final qualification needed in order to practise as a solicitor in Victoria.

I feel sick. I feel excited. I feel nervous. I am praying to God that I pass everything and that admission CAN go ahead.

I am wondering. What will happen next?

I feel sure that my career choice has been the right one as I truly love my job. I just hope the next 5 weeks go according to plan and on August 15 I can state, outright, I AM A LAWYER!!!!!!!!!!!

Better get back to studying........

Bacon

is king. I love bacon.

I bought a bacon cooker. A microwave bacon cooker. You put the strips of bacon on it, the fat drips off, and voila. Theoretically.

Well guess what? It was crispy. I nearly died.

And yes, it was good. Not the same as fried good, but still good.

I'm fairly happy. Good purchase. And $2. Bonus.

Other things, well, I shan't speak of those right now as they are just a tad fresh and when things are fresh tis best to let them lie till they settle. For speaking of things as they just occur is like cleaning a room right before a toddler wakes up. Ineffectual, useless, and frustrating.

I need a convection oven.

I worked it out.

That song that was stuck in my head. I worked out what it was.

It was a Wiggles song.

Shattered.

Do you ever

get a song stuck in your head?

Do you ever get a song stuck in your head that you don't actually know???

Welcome to my world.

Something is stuck in my brain. Some melody is coursing around. And I Have no idea what it is.

Help. Who can help? Nobody.

Agh. Ridiculous.

White.

Following Lexi's rainbow party (and no I don't want to talk about it) Tabitha decided she wanted a white party. So I started amassing things instantly for this party as to be honest they are not cheap things to put on, so bit by bit is the best way. Then three weeks later she wanted a rainbow party too. I said, um, but you said you wanted a white party. What say we add a bit of glitter to it? Have a white sparkly party? YEAAAHHHH!!!! So that was it, we were doing a white party with a hint of glitter.

Well it was today. And it went brilliantly. I am so chuffed! Tabitha had a ball, everyone who attended seemed to have a great time, and there was far too much eaten by most concerned, as is often the case at parties. 

And I made a great cake if I do say so myself. Well. I didn't really make it. I bought a white choc mud cake from woolies, made some meringues, stuck them on with frosting and sprinkled with edible glitter. That counts doesn't it? Tell me what you think.....

3 today

I can't believe it. I truly can't. Tabitha is 3 today.

3 years have passed since her eventful entrance into the world.

And so much has happened in that time.

3. Already.

I never understood "they grow up so fast" until I had kids of my own. And I'll just make one comment to that....

They grow up so fast.

Much love to you today my little girl. You will always be my cuddly little koala with silver hair :)