For us, Chinese New Year is not really a big deal these days. When I was little and my ah gong was still alive, it was the hugest deal. But now, it’s low key – we try and teach the kids what it means and drum up some level of excitement with ang pows, but mainly, we just eat some good food, bake some peanut cookies, and call it a day.
Gong xi fa chai! Because it’s the Year of the
Rooster Cock Rooster, my social feeds are full of GIFs and images of cocks because yes, we are all juveniles at heart and it’s so funny when we can celebrate the year of the penis 🙂 So it was refreshing to find this adorable creation, born from an amazing collaboration between Blackstar Pastry, N2 Gelato and Baked By Andres. Cute chickens > than penises any day 😉
Considering we live in Sydney, with some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, we hit the beach waaaaaay less often than I’d like. Well. To be clear, before kids I used to get to the beach at least once every weekend throughout summer. Because back then what did I need? A towel? And these days we need: swim wear, swim nappies, hats, sunscreen, snacks, beach tent – and this is all before we get into the real necessities of a beach day – the scooper, the shovel, the rake, the smaller scooper too, the dump truck, the excavator, the bucket, the other bucket. And God forbid I should forget the watering can.
Going to the beach is now kind of a big production and doesn’t happen nearly as often as I’d like. So if we only get to the beach once this summer, it was the least Sofi and I could do to look ridiculously cute in our matching swimwear.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but as a mum, I feel like I’m always waiting for things to get ‘easy’. I tell myself “it’ll be easier once he starts crawling”, “it’ll be easier once he turns one”, “it’ll be easier once she’s down to one nap”, “it’ll be easier when she’s on solids”… the list goes on. But here’s the catch: it doesn’t ever get easier. ‘Easy’ is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You think you’re getting there and it’s just fucking. out. of. reach. Gaaaaahhhhhh.
So it’s one of my new year’s resolutions to enjoy the ‘easy’ now.
I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in saying that my life as a mother to young creatures feels like a never ending cycle of packing snacks, making lunches, cooking, cooking again, washing clothes, washing sheets, washing toys, washing butts, feeding, more feeding, cleaning hands, cleaning mouths, cleaning faces, cleaning entire bodies, playing, chasing, walking outside, walking in the house, walking to go get something for the millionth time today, building lego, destroying lego, building lego, bathing, scrubbing, drying them, drying myself, drying the entire bathroom. I crash at night realising I haven’t had a moment to even breathe and then I take half a breath before passing out, ready to do it all again tomorrow.
Not that I’m complaining. I love being a mum. Every once in a while though, I just need to get away from it all. I think we all do.