Day 67 – I’m baaaaaaack and I brought a little friend with me…


Hello! Missed your face! Nah not really ha ha – it was so good to be out of town for the weekend, just me and the grumpy Dutchman, we didn’t miss anyone!

As much as we love our little grumpy dutch-kinder, it was awfully nice to be just me and my man for the weekend of our wedding anniversary. Just like the good old days, we loaded up the boot and headed off to the Coromandel to lie around, read our books, op-shop in Whitianga, have a fancy dinner out without anyone running round the restaurant like a mental person or ordering four different things only to declare that they ‘weren’t hungry anymore’. The GD did really well.

It was raining when we got there but it was fine actually – we just got wet.

Hahei Beach
Hahei Beach

We wandered around Whitianga like hippies with no jobs. Like the ‘before’ us. The GD bought books and I bought shoes from the church shops (don’t be grossed out I will clean them) and we sat at a beautiful spot and read our books while the world went on around us. The waitress stopped to say that she liked how comfortable we were reading together and the GD decided that she must be in love with him and was hitting on him. Of course! That must be it.

The few times the GD stopped talking were really tranquil. Seriously, he talked the WHOLE drive there, for most of our stay, and then ALL the way home. The man can talk the ass off a donkey. Hell he can talk the ass off an elephant. He nearly talked the ass offa me! You know that Mother thing where you can’t imagine what life was like before you had kids and there wasn’t someone saying ‘Mum, mum mum‘ every five seconds? I remember now what I could hear. It was the GD. ‘Babe, babe babe!’ He likes to ‘educate’ me. He likes to wind me up. He likes the sound of his own voice is what he likes.

The GD in his happy place
The GD in his happy place

Because we were taking a break from life, this also meant taking a more relaxed approach to my restrictions… Unlike the good old days we were not sleeping in our car, and it was good that I had mentally prepared myself for this ‘relaxed approach’ because at the B & B where we booked the guy was really rattled initially when I said I was gluten-free. Which is really frustrating because when we booked in September last year I specifically mentioned that I had coeliacs and would happily deal with breakfast myself if they didn’t have GF options (I like to give peeps fair warning to get out of feeding me if it freaks them out). We had a whole email exchange where he got increasingly short and rude about GF food and cross-contamination and using the same toaster not being ok. So I mentioned my ‘special needs’ with trepidation when he asked about breakie. I ended up having a ‘lite’ version of Thom’s breakfast and he tried really hard in the end – he kept running out of the house with random food to offer me and I like to think we educated one more person on the way. But it is annoying to be the awkward one.

I was conscious of the fact that I didn’t want to feel stressed about eating while we were away without a kitchen and so I made a decision to eat well where I could and to allow a few treats. Like a Flat White each morning to make up for my lacklustre breakfast, and my first ever Creme Brulee after our fancy dinner. YUM.

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And THEN. On the way home we adopted a kitten. We were walking around in a completely relaxed state when he came up on my news feed as still not having a home. My friends who had found him couldn’t keep him and the SPCA had no room at the inn so I mentioned him to the GD. And he must have been feeling really relaxed because he said yes! With little thought to how our dog and cat would feel we threw caution to the wind and said we would collect the little dude on the way home. Colin is 6-8 weeks old (he is a foundling so we don’t know for sure) and he is a confident little bugger. He has settled in to his new house really quickly. Although I think Molly may take a while to forgive us.

To top the evening off poor master 7 was violently ill. He will be going to work with daddy tomorrow poor kid. Glad to be home!

Day ten – 29 degrees in Christchurch today

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  • I fell of the sugar wagon today. Deliberately and with forethought.
  • and the Dairy wagon (but it was an accident).
  • Lack of exercise too, although went for multiple ‘waddles’ with me sis’ (she waddles and I walk slowly next to her).
  • It was hot and we toured through Lyttelton and the port hills.
  • I am not beating myself up about the sugar – the restaurant was fancy and the dessert was DF and GF. And I reminded myself that I am starting the ‘I quit sugar’ program on the 22nd. But that this is not an excuse to go cray cray until then. A simple blip. But I ain’t gonna kill myself man, the dessert was goooood.
  • I have read three books since I got here.
  • Bliss.

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Day Seven, flying away to the flatlands

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I write this from the broad expanses of my sisters giant counch, in her giant lounge, to the wet crunchy soundtrack of her Boxer dog Dave masticating a chew toy. I am SOOOOOO full because we checked out a GF (coeliac friendly) Fish and Chip shop down here and it was YUM. The house is quiet and modern and Master chef is entertaining us….. and I am thinking about the crunchy bits left in the chip wrapper…

I always forget how flat Christchurch is until I get here and now am faced with the daunting task of jumping in Kris’s car tomorrow and finding my way around – with no one landmark to point myself at I will be relying heavily on GPS to help me. We made a pitstop at the stupidmarket for me to fill up with veges and supplies – I am going to make Kris the chicken ‘poppers’ for dinner one night because I am excited about them ha ha. I grabbed almond milk etc and will be making smoothies for us for breakie tomorrow too – sorted.

Bootcamp this morning, and then a lovely walk through the forest near the sister’s house with her dog to show me the ropes. I won’t be bootcamping/yoga-ing for the next seven days but WILL be dog walking, sunbathing and reading lots of books.

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Ahhhhh Blisss.

You might hear from me over the next few days…. but then again you might not 😉

Day six, packing, no yoga, success with a new recipe

Today I have spent most of the day packing to go to Christchurch to see my preggers sister. She is pregnant with my niece, first child, last few weeks and she’s LOVING it! Not. She’s hot and bothered and feeling fat and ungainly poor Mamabear. She worries about stuff because she’s forty and every bloody person she meets wants to tell her how risky it is for her and all the unpleasant side effects that come with being an older Mama. As if that stuff might help? All of my email attempts to get her in a paddling pool or similar have fallen on deaf ears – she reckons she tried the bath and just felt fatter and more out of control poor kid.

So when she emailed me in October – crunch time at school and everyone exhausted in general – to say that her Husband was going to Vegas (I know) for business (I KNOW) for a week and would I consider visiting so she wasn’t so lonely (and to walk the dog and cook the odd meal of course) I JUMPED AT THE CHANCE. No really. I wanted an out – and I wanted dry heat. You remember that Summer just wasn’t coming to Auckland? and we were all cold and pasty and miserable? Well, I booked my flights that day, Wednesday to Wednesday. The longest I have ever been away from my kids official. And I thought that I was going to miss them, I was nervous that the house would be too quiet, and I would get bored.

Not after today. Today started well, Master 4 was dropped off at daycare pretty early. I had Master 7 with me and we went and had my blood tests (declined to pay for the Zinc one nearly $90!), Got my watch fixed, went to the library, bought the two CUTEST skellington and tattoo/rose motif stretchies for my soon to be born niece on impulse, came home folded washing, Ukulele lesson, packing blah blah blah etc

Then we picked up Master 4, and the two boys pretty much fought until right now when the long suffering GD took them to bed. I can’t even put in words the noises the older one got out of the younger one. But what gets me is the relentless-ness of it. No matter what you say or threaten them with (losing their TV time/Computer time/Bikes/legs) they just keep going…. Mama needs a wine. REAL bad. And she can’t have one. So I am distracting myself with this blog, and remembering to wear my reading glasses, and washing what I need to pack from today. Yes, I am one of those people who packs waaaay too much. But that’s ok – I look good on holiday!

Last night we tried this recipe from ‘One Lovely Life’ (I have changed to NZ measurement thingies and names);

Serves: 4-5
  • 500gms chicken mince
  • 2c grated zucchini (leave peel on)
  • 2-3 spring onions, sliced
  • 3-4 Tbsp coriander, minced
  • 1 clove garlic
  • 1 tsp salt
  • ½ tsp pepper
  • (optional: ¾ tsp cumin) we didnt use this because we didnt have a GF one – didnt seem to make a difference
  • olive oil, for cooking (or coconut oil, avocado oil, or ghee)
  1. Toss chicken with zucchini, green onion, cilantro, garlic, salt, and pepper (and cumin, if using). Mixture will be quite wet.
To cook on the stovetop:
  1. Heat a drizzle of olive oil in a medium pan over medium heat. Use a small scoop or a heaped tablespoon to scoop meatballs into the pan. Cook 8-10 at a time for about 5-6 minutes on the first side. Flip and cook an additional 4-5 minutes, or until golden brown and the centers are cooked through.
  2. Serve with guacamole, salsa, or your favorite dip.

They were a hit! The whole family loved them AND there were leftovers for my lunch today which is even better and I have definitely added them to my options for snacks etc – they were so fast and easy to make and so YUMMY. So thanks ‘One Lovely Life’. These Chicken ‘poppers’ rule.

We ate them with my salsa/quac mixture (well I did – the boys won’t eat it because they’re dumb) which is the best for summer dinners;

  • one small avocado
  • about 6 medium tomatoes/10 cherry toms
  • 5 or 6 basil leaves
  • all of the green of a spring onion sliced

Chop the whole lot up and combine, sprinkle liberally with rock salt – YUM. And the best part is that it doesn’t upset my tummy (I can have the green part of the spring onion but not the white raw).

So that’s me for today, too tired for Yoga and the GD has gotten out ’22 Jump Street’ ‘specially for me so I’m gonna go lose myself in a Channing Tatum Coma now.

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Peace out.