Serenity Sunday Can Bite Me

I am sick, with Man Cold.

I care not for photography, or serenity, or children. I dont want to look at my world in a different way and discover the joy in the details.

I want to go to bed and not feel like shit and I want the kids to stop having tantrums every 5 minutes and I want to not feel like my skin hurts and I want to stop craving chickenbloodynoodlesoup.

I'm almost up to 100 Facebook Fans.  In fact, I have 99. I will have a good old-fashioned blog based giveaway when I get there, if I do not die beforehand. If you havent Liked me yet: for shaaaaaame!

In the meantime, have you added yourselves to my Reader's Blogroll yet?  Well get to it. Nothing wrong with shameless self-promotion.

Going back to bed now.

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Serenity Sunday

I am NOT a winter girl.

I hate the cold. I hate being unable to move three feet from the heater because otherwise my fingers will drop off from frostbite.  I hate having to pay SeventyHundred dollars for my power bill.  I hate not being able to spend any time outside for fear of freezing solid. I hate the dark days. I get S.A.D. And I get it BAD.

But I hate being trapped inside with two very active and very bored pre-schoolers even more.

Ella lovin' on some rocks

Felix writes the initials of all his friends in the dirt.

"This is the T-Rex bone and this bit is the thing that shoots out water."

 Basil loves wool.  REALLY loves wool.

So today we ventured outside as soon as the temperature got above ten degrees (at midday) and the wee-uns played in the Digging Patch and I sat in the sun. Then we went for a walk to the op-shop, where of course I found things to buy, and then took Felix's trike to the bike track and playground.

It wasn't so much Serene and Not As Bad As It Could Be, but that is far too long a post title.

Except for Basil.  I think he was rather serene indeed, sucking on that wool.  If you know what I mean.

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Serenity Sunday

This week, Sunday was quite serene thankyouverymuch.

Coldest morning this year, it was. 

Even the butterflies froze solid.

For the most part the kids behaved: I pruned the grapevines, the kids behaved, I made a new advertising banner, the kids behaved, I cooked dinner, the kids beh...oh no they didn't behave for that bit.

 Hide and Seek, Felix style.

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Serenity Sunday

Today's Serenity Sunday is brought to you by the good graces of my friend who lives round the corner.  Aware of my Near-Deathness, she offered to take Felix for the morning thereby halving my stress and doubling the potential serenity-factor.

When you dont have any family and you have a small circle of friends and you live in the Boonies, a break from the kids - even when near death -  is a rare thing indeed.

Monkey Boy and Felix left, and Ella dragged my sorry arse outside, even though it was so cold the rainwater in the toy trailer was still covered with ice and we could see our breath in the air.  Do kids not feel the cold???

I'm glad she did drag me outside, because this is the first thing I saw:

Illuminated Leaf

Discarded.  I think I'll turn this into a planter.

Apple Feast Continues (compare with last week's photo)

Buzzy

Chalk

Chilli

Sshhh!

Warrigal Greens: self-seeder, rampant ground cover, use as you would spinach.  Awesome.

Winter Morning

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Serenity Sunday

Sundays have been stressful around here.  My Significant Other - know to the cyberverse as Monkey Boy - has taken up archery.  Bow Hunting, to be precise, except they hunt creatures made of Styrofoam and hay bales rather than woolly mammoth.  Sunday is Monkey Day, which means that I get left holding the babies.

This wouldn’t be a problem if I were actually capable of holding the babies, but with my spinal injury and now the Disease Most Likely (Ankylosing Spondylitis) affecting my ability to do much of anything physical it is, actually, a problem.

I have dreaded Sundays for a while now, because not only am I having to cope in a situation I am not built to cope with, the kids think the rules go out the kitchen door with Daddy and that means Mummy turns into a screaming banshee and wants to punch herself in the head.

Like I said: Sundays have been Stressful.

NO MORE!

I am going to introduce a new routine to my Sundays!  I read a quote on Twitter* the other day: something about if you don’t like what’s happening, change it, and if you can’t change it then change the way you look at it.  (I would add: “if you won’t do either of these then at least quit your bloody bitching about it.”)

My plan is to turn Stressful Sunday into Serenity Sunday. From today, every Sunday I will grab my camera (that I we paid a small fortune for) and take photos of things that make me happy.  I will futz around with them on Photoshop (which also makes me happy) and then share them with you.  (If anyone is actually out there.  StatCounter says there is, but you’re awfully quiet...)

Hooray for A Plan! 

Here’s what is making me happy today.  I hope some of these images might make you happy too.

A good start to The Plan:  Felix and Ella off to play.

Dew Feather

Decay

A Cat and His Boy

Apple Feast

  Moss 1: 
I particularly love the smooshed bit of blue chalk, not even noticed when I shot this

Moss 2

A Boy and His Stick

The Crab Apple Tree That Never Said "You Killed Me You Bastards"

Wet Bike

Repurposed Garden Boot:  I dont stop at clothing, people!

Tangled Food: eschallots resprouted from our crisper drawer

Totem

Winter Slide

Ella's Pinny Top:  my first draft on the top and first attempt at applique.  Not Too Shabby.

Rocket (Aragula) in potentia.  

After 5 years, we still have it re-seeding through the garden.  And I LOVE Rocket.

Ahhhh.  How's the serenity?

*Smacks self in head for taking advice from twittersphere.

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