Okay, it’s now been a month since I lost (technically sold, but it feels like lost) my company.
I’m a little disappointed in my progress so far, but really did need a break from the agonising stress it was being essentially evicted from my company. I think this time is also known as wallowing.
I have things I want to achieve and I need to work towards them. This from now on will have to include scheduling my time as though I’m at work, because now being at home IS MY WORK.
Would love to hear from any work at home mamas about whether they have set times for when they work and how they do that with the little people about.
I’m going to make this work.
I’m 30, very smart, almost debt free and endlessly charming – or so I chant to myself regularly.
So do I bother getting my ass out of bed this early to watch the opening ceremony or not? Let the parenting fates decide. Should either child set foot out of bed in the next 4 hours, it’s a clear victory for the sleepy mummy and a loss to the sporting viewers community worldwide.
I do somehow have to get Child 1 prepared for an Olympic themed birthday party so may need to watch the hideous parade of national ‘sportswear’ for comedic inspiration.
Australia lost me at the hideous Dunlop Volleys with a skirt suit (which makes the fittest ladies in the nation look like dumpy matrons at bowling) and it all went downhill from there. Might just be worth trading a yawn for a giggle.
Awkward moment for the week?
When you find yourself in a meeting where you would usually be the boss, but you aren’t the boss. You are the client and the sweet girl you trained as your assistant is the boss. Yikes.
It was always going to be tricky meeting, with the ‘boss’ needing knowledge, people handling skills and a generous serving of chutzpah (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/chutzpah). She’s great, and will be GREAT at her job. But she isn’t me, and I wanted it handled like I would do it.
So I was the boss again. For just a moment. I didn’t do anything that undermined her. We were meeting with a third party who had shown signs of being difficult ongoing so I just politely and without angst, made our point clear and with a smile and in unspoken words made it clear we were not to be f*cked with.
But the true awkwardness for me was later meeting a business man who would be involved and discussing my matters in the future. I needed him to give me a card so that I could stay in touch. I reached for my own cards and then realised:
a) No cards
b) No company
I’m not unemployed. Really I’m not. I just got booted out of one company and haven’t quite got the new and entirely unrelated one rocking yet. It all seems like too much back story to give someone just to give them my number. I think I’ll get calling cards made up for the interim (or for people I don’t like well enough to discuss the new business with).
Something like these:
Does anyone else have personal calling cards or non-business cards? And no, none of the people on the cards above are the real Sailor Vee, so no stalking 🙂
Farewell me hearties,
I do. Because I like it.
It doesn’t make me a bad parent. It doesn’t make me a lush, though I love the word.
I just want an hour or so every night when the people are asleep to be a grown up and relax.
I’m a sucker for Semillion Sav Blanc, or a Pinot Gris. Anyone else have a plonk of choice?
Most suggested ‘daily routines’ that I’ve read make keeping a house clean sound like rocket science, torture or both. I’m hoping to build a quick routine that I do everyday that will make my life tolerable and eliminate the ‘Snapping duck poop, I have someone coming over’ frantic clean up that I ALWAYS need to do here. I also don’t want to be driven to drink by lunchtime.
Attempt at Daily Chores list one:
- Make sure everything in kitchen is clean and put away (after the renovation this will hopefully just be load/unload dishwasher)
- Vacuum if required
- Make all beds
- Spray and wipe over bathrooms quickly
- Quick swish of toilets
- At least one load of laundry washed, dried, folded and away
- All toys in toyboxes
Seriously, if I could achieve all of this every day around my other work and Boy3 toddling after me for the next 7 days it would be a start.
Silent readers out there – do you have a routine? If so, tell me what it is or share where you found it. This little piggy wants to learn!!
I’m finding it tough to start to tell people that I’ve sold my company – it was such a defining characteristic of mine to be ‘an owner of xx’. Of course I always put a positive spin on it and explain what I’m doing next and how exciting and revolutionary that will be, but it’s still tough.
I had a giggle today when I was again telling the story of what’s happened with the company when a fellow mum at school pick-up asked me what I’d done with my time since then. Essentially it breaks down like this:
I should NOT have read those books. Written them in that time? Sure. Read them, no.
Oh well, I’m getting there. Right?
Okay, this week’s goal in the house is to serve a nutritious and tasty meal every day of the week without returning to the supermarket.
Doesn’t sound hard? No, it probably isn’t for most people but I somehow find myself only ever having enough food in the house for a couple of meals, then I scrape something together, then I need to go to the supermarket again. It’s not a HUGE issue, but I find we spend a lot more on 3-4 trips to the shops than we do when I can be organised enough to do one and do it well.
So tonight, beef stew in the slow cooker. It was a bit of a ‘throw together’ but my recipe looks like this.
Sailor Vee’s Magic Beef Stew and Hell-Yeah Dumplings
- 700gram – 1kg budget beef steak, diced/cubed (less meat would be fine if you up the vegetables)
- 1 x large onion, finely diced
- 3 x large carrots, chopped into rounds
- 1 x sweet potato, cubed
- 2 x waxy potatoes (chat/coliban etc), cubed
- 2 x celery stalks, chopped
- ¼ cup port/red wine (no worries if you omit this)
- Squirt (hmm, maybe it’s a couple of tablespoons) of a tomato paste.
- 1 tbs dried mixed Italian herbs (or be fancy and use fresh basil and oregano)
- 1 x sachet Cream of Mushroom cup-a-soup mix
- Water to top up
- 2 cups self raising flour
- 75 grams butter
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 2 tablespoons chopped parsley (I used dried)
- 3/4 cup milk
- Finely chop onion and all vegies as described.
- Dice the meat. You are probably supposed to pre-brown the meat. I never do. It’s fine.
- Throw all of the meat and vegies into the slow cooker pot. Throw in the wine/port etc. Squirt in the tomato paste. Sprinkle over the herbs. Stir thoroughly to coat everything.
- Top up with water until it JUST covers the meat. Remember that liquids don’t evaporate off in a slow cooker so too much liquid now is too much at serving time.
- Combine well then place lid on and cook on High for 4 or 8 hours on low.
- At any point after the first couple of hours, sprinkle in the cup-a-soup and stir well
- About 45 minutes before you want to serve, start making the dumplings. The dumplings will need to cook on high, so if you have the slow cooker on low, change it to high now.
- To make the dumplings – add salt to the flour and then rub the butter in until it looks crumbly.
- Add the parsley and pour in milk to combine into a dough. Roll into balls – mine were about the size of a golf ball.
- Pop the dough balls onto the surface of your stew, evenly spacing them around the pot
- Get a piece of cooking/baking paper and spray one side with spray oil/cooking spray. Lay this across the top of your slow cooker pot (oiled side down) and put the lid back on. I honestly have no idea what this does. But my research kept saying to do it, so I did. Feel free to let me know!
- Chill out for 45 minutes.
- Serve dinner. Wait for first bite to hear rapturous applause from your loved ones. Even if it’s a grumbled ‘thanks Mum’. If there is no thanks (grumbled or otherwise) deliver a swift stern Mum-face and remind them. Do this each meal that you prepare until you can make them do it by raising an eyebrow. You deserve thanks.
I’m not sure I want anyone to read it. I’m not sure I want to write it down. Like everything else right now, it appears my blogging future is up in the air. Argh…