Category: Gratitude


Husband and I find it very difficult to hold a conversation. The mornings are hectic. We have 4 children to get ready and as God/stars/luck whichever you believe in would have it, there will always be at least two who dig their heels in and refuse to help themselves. We never wake up early enough, the lunches are never quite what the children ordered, one will want to have a shower even when there is no time, they take forever to decide what to have for breakfast and there is at least one tantrum from each before 8:00am.

Husband leaves at about 7:15 or so after kissing and hugging the children and giving me a kiss on the cheek (yes, Muslim couples do that sort of thing) and we don’t usually converse till the late morning when he sends a text asking how the morning went. It’s always very quick and business like because we are just so busy – him with meetings, managing difficult people and difficult directors and me with surfing the internet and eating chocolate biscuits (and by that of course I mean housework and bussing the children back and forth and then looking after them and feeding them and witnessing frequent meltdowns because they are just so tired at the end of the day.)

When he gets home from work, we cannot speak to each other. The boys have so much to say, there is usually a crying baby (he comes home at witching hour) and I have yet to set table or tidy up. We do try to start up a conversation but inevitably the children need one or both of us so the talk is abandoned until they are all finally asleep. There is much for me to tell him and him to tell me but oftentimes we are just so tired that it’s all left unsaid.

Sometimes it feels as though we are those ships. Those ships that pass. You know. But not in the daytime when the sun is shining. In the nighttime. Like we are huge and we are floating on the water and we pass in the water. But you know, like in the nighttime so we don’t see each other. Even if we have our lights on. Yeah. Like that.

My favourite moments are the stolen ones. The times when we both manage to be on the computer at the same time and have 5 mins to spare:

him: But if you read 800 tasbeeh’s it’s all ok

me: tasbeehs..no apostrophe!!

him: your wrong!

me: it’s called the greengrocer’s apostrophe

him: ur rong!

me: because they always put..apple’s 2.99/kg

him: but the 2.99 belongs to the apple’s!

me: lol!

Here is my new theme.

Went out gallivanting with a friend last night. Who knew that we’d have so much in common. We were in school together but I moved to Australia, she stayed in Zimbabwe, then moved to New Zealand and now she is here in Australia, living about 2 minutes away from me. Despite our different paths and probably very different views on religion (we discuss religion often but I think we are each holding back on saying things we really want to say and that’s something we may decide to touch on later but I’m in no rush) there is much that we’ve both experienced and it was both revealing and comforting to know that we are not that dissimilar.

Hectic day today. Am guessing the children will collapse into bed exhausted and so will I. I have forgotten how exhilarating swimming can be. I swam laps and floated (yes even with mah fat belly I can still float) and splashed and played. The boys enjoyed themselves immensely and I have already decided we simply must do this every weekend. I never thought I would be glad about Summer but I am actually really looking forward to cooling down in the pool when the days get unbearably hot.

Tomorrow will be jam packed as well with banana choc chip muffins to be baked, homework to be done (I think it means I will be doing a lot of yelling about homework, 10 year old will be dragging his heels* and husband will be rolling his eyes at both of us) and company to visit.

We are so blessed. Life – it is good.

*Why did nobody tell me of my typo??!!

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