Category Archives: For the Boys

Stories of Me: Keeping Warm…

When I think about “Keeping Warm” I automatically think of wearing Handy Hubby’s track suit on a cold winters day, sitting in front of a heater with the boys around me and steaming mug of coffee in hand. The rain is pelting on the windows, its cold and miserable outside but inside it’s toasty, cosy and home. We’re all snuggled up on the lounge, under a blanket and rugged up.

Or laying in bed, snuggled up to Handy Hubby having a cuddle, the house is quiet and dark and we’re under the doona all toasty and warm. He’s my hot water bottle.

My mind goes back to all those weekends I braved the winter weather, wrapped up in multiple layers watching Handy Hubby play soccer. Im sitting on the side lines freezing, wearing a beanie, scarf, jumper, his jacket and wrapped in a blanket. I think about the morning we watched the Olympic Torch run by. We woke up at 4 am to make sure we got the best spot. It was freezing! Again I had multiple layers on, but what I remember most is him, cuddling me so that I’d stay warm.


I think about all the family get togethers where we’re all sitting around, multiple conversations running at the same time and over the top of each other. My father in the corner, telling his latest dirty joke, mum in the kitchen and I’m surrounded by family and friends. Handy Hubby sitting beside me and I’m warm.

I eventually realise, it’s not actual physical heat that’s keeping me warm, it’s him. It’s them. My little family that we’ve created, our extended family, our friends. They are my warmth. They are my heat. They defrost me from my chilliest of moods, they bring me light and heat, they make a bad day non-existent.

And it’s on those cold, blustery, miserable days when I’m at my lowest that I remember what’s at home, the fire in my life, keeping warm.

Linking up with Fi from My Mummy Daze for Stories of Me and Grace from With Some Grace for Flog Your Blog Friday




Educating the Boys

So today I’ve started thinking about what school we’ll be sending Hurricane Boy to. We’ve decided to send him to a catholic school as we feel that the class sizes and discipline are better and there are only 2 in our area.

While I appreciate that he is only 2.5 years old, in a few weeks he’ll be going to pre-school 2 days a week and then in a heart beat he’ll be 3, Mr Giggles will be one, and before we know it, it’ll be time to enrol him somewhere.
The two schools that are options are both as good as each other performance wise, it really comes down to the “feel” of the school and grounds (for me atleast).

I’m just trying to get my head around the fact that I might be having to go to church on a regular basis, in order to get these munchkins into said Catholic school – as we’ll need to prove that we are active parish members. And anyone who knows me, knows I’m not religious at all. All I can say is, I hope the church has good foundations 🙂