on getting behind

I think I am at the very least, three years behind on everything.  It all started when we first moved to China and slowly lost touch with the outside world’s trends.  I think the last music album we bought was Dave Matthew’s The Gru Grux King if that says anything to you.  And that was about four years ago.

Its easy to loose track when you’re in another culture for an extended period of time.  The re-entry is hard because everything is still the same as when you left.  You still use the same words, wear the same clothes (albiet they are a little worse for the wear…ok…a LOT a train ride with 57 million people AND pigs will do that too you).  You still say ‘sweet’ while everyone else says…I don’t even know what they say now because I’m still behind.

And then I had kids.

And got even further behind, if that’s even possible.

Does Dave Matthew’s even have a new album???  And I think we are two behind with the Killers now.  I can’t even stay on top of The Office or Modern Family (please don’t tell me if Gloria’s had her baby yet).  My clothes…lets not even go there.  BUT I have read the Hunger Games so that must count for something.

Also, I’m falling behind extremely quickly with my project.  I will blame lack of sleep.  Which doesn’t make any sense now that I re-read this.  Oh well.  Again, I blame lack of sleep.

32/365

Boy.  Tussled hair, scratches and bruises, sweaty, loud.  That’s my boy.  King of the playground.  But don’t ask him to go down the slide.  Because he won’t.  He’ll climb the highest platform and balance his way over the top of the monkey bars (much to his mother’s extreme panic).  But he simply will not slide.

33/365

We have been stuck within the confines of our house and street for the last few days.  We are only a one car family after all and there is only so far I can push two babes in the pram (or wear one/push one as the case usually is).  I think there is a bus stop on the main road but its up a long hill that goes on forever and my calves just aren’t what they used to be.  They are still carrying my thighs which are more than what they used to be.  So since Saturday’s are Jason’s short days, we left our breakfast dishes in the sink and beds unmade, just so we could get him to work on time and be out of the house.  We went shopping, had a coffee (as evident by the chocolate ring engulfing his face — also, we forgot to buy wipes), and then we turned up too early to get Dad so we sat in the book section of his op-shop and read and played toys while we waited.  Can I just say that having Jason work at the Salvation Army Family Store is just the best thing?  Today, we scored a big board copy of Guess How Much I love You for only 20 cents (hello – employee discount!) and some Duplo Lego blocks.  Yes!

34/365

Hello bed head.  He stares dreamily out Aunty Cait’s window after waking from his Sunday afternoon nap.  Look at those bright eyes and long, long eye lashes.  I love the way he is so cuddly and mellow after a good nap.  Gosh I love this boy!