From little things, big things grow...What? There's 600 million reasons I could think of to explain the name of this blog. I'll mention them sometime.Who? Jen. 32. Female. Melbourne, Australia.When? Here, since 03.03.09. Online in general, since '97. Online ramblings, since 24.05.99 in various incarnations.Where else?Grow It, Eat It - where I put most of the stuff about my gardening, cooking and attempts at reaching out at a dream of self-sufficiency.
A whole bunch of my friends are having a some massive issues right now (marital issues, sick family members, it goes on and on), and I feel so helpless. Where’s a magic wand when you need it?
Adult-ing is so hard.
Chatting this morning after F’s morning feed, he started talking about chocolate milk. Hmm, I thought, let’s see where this goes. “Chocolate milk at daycare!”
Right. Time to have another chat to daycare about our dietary preferences.
I rejoined the local library last week. It’s been so long that my name (even my unmarried name!) had dropped off the record. It felt like coming home…well, somewhat, especially with a toddler in tow. We’ve never made it to rhyme-time or story time because they’ve always been scheduled right when F is due to nap - and I don’t have the patience or fortitude to deal with an overtired and cranky kidlet.
I didn’t get a chance to borrow any books for myself (yet!) but borrowed a DVD (<I>Salmon Fishing in the Yemen</I> - more twee than I remembered the trailer being), some kids music CDs, and a couple of books for F (as though he needs more books to read with the eleventy squillon books he owns - my sister works in a bookstore).
We’ve been listening to one of the CDs in the car. I’m afraid we’ll never be able to listen to the radio or any of my music ever again - F asks, “Music on?” as soon as we get in the car, and as each track ends, “Another one?”
Playschool songs and nursery rhymes are consequently on high rotation in my brain now.
Soooo glad it’s Friday.
But would prefer if it was Saturday already so I didn’t have to deal with being a pleasant and productive employee for the next eight hours.