Good Boy

It seems that like my "talk" the other day worked. I no longer feel the urge to pack up all my stuff and squeal out of the driveway on two tires/tyres*. After I spent two days completely losing my shit it looks like B got my point. He has cleaned the bedroom, the yard and has taken the rubbish out all on his own. I didn't even need to put the bag on top of his shoes so he would notice it. He also wants to take Mabel out more so I can do things that involve me totally wasting time like, sipping lattes and surfing the internet looking at useless crap in a cafe or going to see a movie. Basically stuff that I can't do with a 16 monther in tow. So now that he is being a good boy, for his birthday yesterday I got him a remote control helicopter that he has been drooling over for a while. Whatever floats your boat. He means well don't get me wrong, but sometimes he needs 'reminders'. It does feel really good to hash out all the issues and clean the slate and move on.

*Tyres, I still don't know why Australians use a y in tire, if anybody can 'splain this it would be appreciated. I also love how they call panel beating, "smash repairs". It makes me giggle everytime I see it.

I Finally Did It!!!

I joined the gym! I know, I know all those promises I make to myself when I do these things, I'm really going to keep them this time. Really. REALLY. But although it will be sooo good to finally get back into shape and stop those looks of people wondering if I'm already having my second bub, because I'm NOT! Just still a little 'curvy' from Miss Mabesy. Oh ya, where was I going again... the gym, but I think it would be a good oportunity to have a bit of time to myself. Who would have thought I'd have to join a gym just to 'get away', how things change. The local gym had a deal that I just couldn't turn down and they have a good creche(a weird australian word for daycare, I know, I don't really understand either). Anyhoo I left her there for a half hour today while I took the tour and signed up, ect. and she loved it. I went in and put her down, played with her for a minute(even though she left me for dead as soon as she seen there were people her size in there) and then I made my exit. When I went back she was rocking a doll(although slightly rough) in a little crib with another girl, then all of a sudden they banded together to throw the baby and the crib outside over the gate. Oh well, I guess it's like team work and all that good stuff. When I went to pick her up to go she lost it. Like really lost it. Meltdown. Anyways, I'm stoked that she liked it that much as a friend of mine was going to join as well but didn't because her son wouldn't stay in the creche and was miserable when she left, screamed his little head off. So I'm off to the gym in the morning to get my ass kicked, but for now I'm watching the new 'contraversial'series Underbelly with a glass of vino. Good times people, Goodtimes!