Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Let your career find you.......

As a child I was full on. I think this is why God was looking down on me and gave me 4 adorable, different, strong willed, loud, rough boys....all very unique might I add.

He's testing me daily.....

Its funny today I'm reflecting on my career choice. As tomorrow I am doing a very special ladies hair for her wedding. I have known her and her mum since they walked into Stefan at Loganholme....about 17 years ago. I love a wedding, it makes ME feel like I'm so special because they have chosen me to make them look AMAZING....I love seeing brides faces light up, or tears when I get to put the veil on right at the end....the excitement of the day for them and watching them bask in the gives me shivers every single time I'm apart of a very special moment...And I feel so blessed they have chosen me.....

Then it got me thinking ....17 years ago I was so ready to tackle uni and be an early childhood teacher as my other love as you may already have guessed it is ......children.

Why did my life lead me down the hairdressing path.....?
Why didn't I go to Uni?

I think.... my first and foremost calling was to be a care and nurture and guide my boys to the best of my ability, it wasn't teaching because I would have my hands full with 4 boys of my own.

I was given the opportunity to take a path where I could work around my children and have a skill which I cherish everyday as a gift.
I have a job where I can make people shine. I have a job where I can make someone's bad day.....awesome. I can make someone feel/look a billion dollars..... and I wouldn't trade that for any job. 

Tomorrow the beautiful bride I have the honour of doing has been in my life for 17 years, I have been there for her teenage years, her uni years, her highs and lows, and watching her meet the man of her dreams after jet setting overseas and experiencing life.

She sat in my salon after a breakup a little while ago and vowed to me she was never getting married or having children and as she cried and I could see her heart was broken into a thousand pieces I knew this was a learning curve for her and that her life would go on.......

This is the magic of my job.....I get to watch people grow, and experience life I get to go on many different journey's with them......which to me is an amazing honour....

When I leave to go tomorrow to a magical wedding I will be nervous, as I always am, its a huge responsibility my job that I take seriously ....I'm creating memories for someone....I'm making someone look amazing ...and when they look back on their wedding pictures they look at themselves and it takes their breathe away.....that is always my goal.

I'm so grateful I didn't go to Uni, I think letting the job choose you is by far the best way to go.....when they boys throw job ideas around of what they want to be ...... I think I will be suggesting to let the job or career path choose them.......and to take each day as it comes as there are so many opportunities out there.....

I get the best of both worlds in my job...... being a mummy/wife and creating beauty.......who could ask for anything more. I feel very blessed ........

Friday, 7 June 2013

another week another crazy household....

Another crazy crazy week.... You know what annoys me more than ever is when people say to me..."OMG Tom would be such a help and it would only really be like having 3 boys!" um HELL NO!!!!
yes he can grab you stuff or make his own toast in the mornings but I'm sorry reality is he's the needy one at the moment by far.....
So we lost a sports bag this week...only had 2012 cross country shirt which is highly sentimental to me...a pair of shorts...not too bad and then a $100 pair of Nike Free runs (sneakers) after ordering him to look everywhere as i saw red.....One shoe turned up yesterday...Toms...words well we are half way there aren't we mum!!! yes son we are!
Geography assignment due...mum proof reading on Tues and Thurs night after working of course.
on deforestation in Indonesia and Malaysia....YAWN.
Then after i proof read Tom informs me that a science assignment is due Friday that he wasn't there for as he was at Met north cross country so he didn't actually perform the experiment.....Well son you can submit the assignment unless you have some results....what about asking for an extension or emailing your science teacher might be a good idea? Oh yeah i will do that mum......."SIGH"

Cross country is taking it toll on me....i set my alarm 2 mornings a week to wake tom up at 6am....we made one this week, second one after shaking him about 15 times without waking the little ones...i decided to go back to bed....

Then we lost a PE shirt...looked for 3 days to find it.......i remembered washing it but had no idea where i put it......Then after the 3 days on Thursday.....tom goes: oh mum i found the PE shirt it was in my bag i grabbed it Monday and forgot...... thanks son.

Ok so that's just Thomas.....

gone through 18 litres of milk and its Saturday......yay.
grocery shopping is now done on a Wednesday (child free) and its working as i seem to not forget anything....however i have to top up wither fri or sun...when i hear .....mum there isn't anything left!!!!

i have worked this week battling bronchiolitis coughing my guts up but whats a sick day honestly....they are for the weak.....ha ha.

mini beast project due on Tues....honestly Jonah could probably teach Tom at the rate hes going....he amazes me that child.....his memory blows my mind....

little ones...well.... climbing and rand sacking everything.....they are like partners in crime....door slamming is our new fun thing to do and sadly Tate cops the brunt of it 99% of the time......
plus lets find a chair and climb everything has re surfaced after about 4 years since Jonah had dome it....
so I'm constantly saying probably 100 times a day.......


you know the loud noisy smelly testosterone driven house that i call home.

i wouldn't have it any other way......

I learnt something last week though ...Never take the little ones to Jonah's rugby training ever again...they both ran off into the car park in pitch black and Tom was trying to herd one back while i had the other cornered. so this week i sought help....grandad kindly took Jonah so i could go to Thomas' 4pm game....last game and then head straight to get little ones from kindy and straight home....No detour to rugby/...whoop whoop.....but sadly there wasn't  a fairy at home ready to feed and bath them....bloody fairy always lets me down.....

my beautiful my has been roped into watching all 4 think Tom is easy....unless hes going to do homework tonight he will probably annoy Jonah all night while mum tends to the little i have warned next door could be a tad loud....
Im off to the rugby with my husband yes i actually do have a husband, and now that rugby has finished today for 2013 (well school rugby) he will now coach QLD....but I'm not thinking about that yet.....i can sit next to him and watch even more rugby and try not to fall asleep with exhaustion......after prob averaging 4 hours sleep a night this week......thats a good week.
and try not to annoy the people next to me with my barking cough......
But ...its a night out with out someone hanging off me, wiping an arse, or getting rid off a snot nose, or working on this bloody science assignment...........TALK TO GMA SUCKERS MUM HAS FROM 6-10pm off.......

have an great weekend ..............and get lots of cuddles from your kiddies.....take deep breathes and drink wine.........

Saturday, 30 March 2013

Sometimes you need to do it tough to appreciate what you have...

I had a tough week. Little miss "i can do everything" this time around struggled.
And that's very hard for me to admit.
My husband goes away every year for a week and every year its all good.
This year with four boys it was hard!
I missed my right hand man.....
School runs,exam week, last week of school, 2 6 year old parties, my work, 2 assignments, early morn sport, rugby trials, lots of late nights, 2 full on toddlers....Easter preparations....i did make it just.
I didn't even cry even when my patience was pushed to its limits.
I have done it before ....but this time with 4 it was defiantly harder than 3...

I tried to cut my mums hair one afternoon, and the lounge room was silent...can only mean trouble.
With scissors in hand i walked around the corner to find the 2 little ones front windows wide open and screens...every cushion,throw rug, block thrown out the front windows.
I took a deep breathe went and picked it all up. Mum said "Oh my god Mel how do you keep so calm?"I couldn't answer her. Im hoping one day i will look back and laugh......

It made me come to the realisation that i need my right hand man.
That I'm not super woman. That i do need help sometimes.
I thought to myself I'm here all day with them...i do the school pick ups, i do the tennis/rugby/swimming i do the dinner every week night i do every ones washing....Why is this so hard?
It was hard because my husband and i are in sync. We know the routine together if I'm stuck with one child hes with the other....If I'm breaking up a fight hes on my side.....If hes settling one child I'm settling the other......that's what i missed my team mate......

When i married Dave i didn't know what team work  in a marriage was like i had never had it. 

It was hard at first to break down those walls and accept help.  When i saw the relationship blossom between Dave and Tom i knew we had something special...and i think that's why we went onto to have 3 more children. parenting is a big strength of our marriage....i see my husband with his students and also our boys and we both have a love children.

I struggled this week because i missed my team mate, my husband and my support.

It wasn't that i couldn't was because my right hand man was missing.

And it did make me realise that in my previous relationship i didn't have this at all. I was alone. I had no support and was constantly being the cheer girl to make someone try and be a parent...and try and love his son. When i met Dave it was so different he love Thomas and spent time with i knew this was right for us.....our family would be complete.

My husband is a wonderful man, and father and husband, i love him more than i have ever loved anyone. Every relationship is tough at times, but honestly when you find the right person tough times just only make you stronger.

PS: i have said no more going away till the little ones a a tiny bit older...............

HAPPY EASTER and god's hoping that everyone finds Mr right just like i did. it may take a while but he/she is out there.

Monday, 18 March 2013

Birthday,boy stuff & bickering.......

It was my birthday.....I'm so not a birthday person ...but... i think seeing for most of my milestone birthdays i have been pregnant... i might have a MASSIVE 40th.....but I'm only 35.
Its hard i share my birthday with my beautiful sister so never really had a day "to myself" really. I also make sure the boys celebrate their days but i just view it as another day really. I'm not too hung up on "getting older" 40 excites me...i think i have more energy now that what i had when i was 20....sounds weird but i think the craziness of having 4 boys keeps me very active.....mind you I'm sleep deprived and have been for about 4 years now....YAWN.

experienced my first year 8 Marist parent teacher yesterday HOLY MOLEY!!!! talk about organised. and run like every 7 mins i got gonged to move onto my next teacher that took me more than 7 minutes to fine....yikes. So i was late SHOCK HORROR...i had my list off teacher in my hand and basically ran to the gym....great sight i can tell you that. first meeting MATHS my fav subject...NOT.
great teacher went through toms maths test that 150% went straight over my head ,but i smiled and nodded like i was the maths genius i am....he he. 

Cut a long story short the reasoning behind Tom making me see all 6 teachers was because he got a glowing report....whew praise the lord. and is getting a B in every subject ...double Whew!!!! his was done....thank goodness.

Then i had to pick up Jonah who had been to swimming with grandad as i couldn't be in 2 places at the one time....I am good...but unfortunately I'm not that good.
so grabbed him dropped them home then got straight back into the car for Jonah's parent teacher interview...i actually had 5 mins spare waiting so of course i check facebook and check my emails...thank you IPHONE for making my life a tiny bit easier......Jonahs interview great also talked about extending him with his reading etc so all was good i even took a few notes on my scrappy piece of paper i had the whole afternoon's events scribbled on and also Eli;s scribble that i had to read through...looked like a dogs home Dave was finishing up dinner he had sent my mum home who i think was ready to be committed after having Eli and Tate for 2 hours for me....note to self split those two up.

i missed dinner...whoops. had a cuppa tea does that count?

the is a pic of the communication between Thomas and i....he had a lesson on Friday about "thy shall never say OI to my mum!" little horror. Now today hes lost his English draft.....good old mum will find it...!


Thursday, 28 February 2013

What is Real?

"What is REAL?" asked the rabbit one day, when (he and the skin horse) were laying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room.
"Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the skin horse. "Its a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real.

"Does it hurt?" asked the rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the skin horse, for he was always truthful.
"When you are real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the skin horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are real you cant be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

-Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit.

Many years ago a teenage client of mine gave me this reading I have always kept it in my wardrobe as it meant a lot to me.

Running into a mum today and chatting about a few things it made me reflect on Thomas and his journey through anxiety and his feelings abandonment from his dad.....

No child is perfect and every single one of my boys is very unique and different. I think as parents we shouldn't beat ourselves up if we are faced with challenges that might arise... asperger's, anxiety, speech, hearing, learning difficulties...we aren't all perfect...but we are real and these are real issues that kids can encounter. And there is support out there to help parents get on top of things right now. its not failure by all means......its life. And if you seek out for help that's being the best parent you can be. You are taking the step to help your child be the best they can be.

I look back and I'm so glad Thomas saw a child psychiatrist  it has shaped and made him the great young man he is today. I was petrified that all his built up anger and emotions from his dad would all surface when he was a teenager....And I wanted it sorted right then and there so he could enjoy being a kid. I'm going to be honest it was tough for a few years he would lash out get angry wasn't sure how to control how he felt towards his dad, so the counselling help him understand.....why he was feeling like this. I did feel like a failure....but for the future I had to do it for him. Dave supported everything and we could see changes in him after a little bit of time. You have to commit and think of the child... they will be better for it in the long run.

honestly parenting decisions are not easy...but I think as a couple and maternally you know what is the best avenue to take when it comes to your child.

The only real failure in life is the failure to try.................................XXXXXXX

Saturday, 23 February 2013

Being the little brother...

We had to have the chat with Jonah the other night about ..."being the annoying little brother" when Tom has mates over. You know the usual chat leave them alone, don't be annoying, stay upstairs... Blah blah blah. He took it but you could see the disappointment in his face Mr 6 wanting to be Mr 13.... It's hard not to be a follower... Especially When you have a much older brother. When Toms mates were here Jonah sat at the back stairs and watched.... Everything they did. I watched him jumping out of his skin to get down those back stairs to show them he could keep up... It was cute. He wanted to be one of them. When my husband came home he was down there like a flash... He was in absolute awe... He was talking to them like he had been hanging around them the last 3 years... I have never experienced this feeling as I am the eldest of my family... I remembered getting frustrated and annoyed which I'm sure Tom gets... But standing back and looking at them it was nice to know Tom helped him and made him feel welcome ... I'm glad he set the example.... Because now it's onto the "don't be a follower be a leader" chat to master 6 year old. So many life lessons even when your little.

Monday, 11 February 2013

My little Tate...