So today has been interesting so far…

I turned on the Breakfast show as I do every morning and went about my routine of filling bottles and making coffee. The news came on and mingled in with the usual morning noises I heard the newsreader mention a tsunami warning. I say mention, because he read it out in his usual newsreader voice, as if it was just another story about a dog getting trapped in a rabbit hole. What the? I’d be leaping on my news desk, screaming “RUN FOR THE HILLS.” Mostly because you don’t get a more appropriate time to scream “run for the hills”.  But I guess that’s why I’m not a newsreader.

As journalists do, they then decided to dig deeper into the story – was there really a warning? Was it here, or in one of the neighbouring pacific islands? Was it actually a tsunami, or just a bigger than usual wave? Yes to all those… apparently there was a tidal wave in Samoa not long ago – the result of an earthquake just off the coast. Civil Defence have issued a formal warning and have told us that if it hits Auckland, it’ll happen at 11:44am.  Jay-sus. That’s fairly specific. What if they’ve got it wrong? What if it hits at 11:42 while I’m only half way up the hills?  Should I head for the hills at 11am just in case? Which hills? There are a lot of them around here.

Oh – hang on. Apparently the tsunami that hit Samoa was less than a metre high. I could probably just sit on the back fence then.

Oh no – breaking news. Now they are saying it was 3m and there were deaths and injuries. I guess it’s not so funny after all.

They are telling us to keep our radios on and to be ‘on alert’. The warning is going to remain in effect until it is cancelled. That is one of the stupidest statements I’ve heard today.

So I’d better go and have a shower just in case I have to flee.

If you don’t hear back from me, it’s unlikely that I’m dead – I’m just useless about blogging these days.

Under pressure

It’s fair to say that I’m posting under duress. I have become painfully aware of just how slack I’ve been. I used to be one of those people that lectured on the importance of keeping your blog up to date. Then I had kids. Priorities change, bla bla bla.

Recent circumstances mean that people have started revisiting, because they are curious, not because they care… so I figured I’d better get back on the horse.

So here it is. I never promised it would be good…

The last 18 months of my life have been pretty crazy. My kids are now 9 months old. That 9 months has gone faster than the last 34 years. The  fact that they were on the tail of the slowest 9 of my life – pregnancy – only highlights that for me. I have changed. I used to be a shut-your-eyes-plant-your-foot-and-hope-for-the-best kinda person. Now I am a responsible parent that still misses planting my foot. But the payoffs are worth it. Watching your kids grow up is all they said it would be. Having two babies is hard, hard work, but holy hell is it fun. Every day is a crazy trip and I am so grateful that I’m on it.

Summer is coming and when I’m walking through the park in the middle of a work day I figure that life just doesn’t get any better.

I’m back at the gym two days a week. It’s a far cry from my old obsession, but it’s funny – it just doesn’t seem that important any more. I’m not kickboxing due to the fact that my two huge babies ripped my abs apart while I was pregnant, but surgery in the future will sort that out. I’m looking forward to being back in the ring, but for now I’m happy being a normal person. It’s incredible how much energy it takes to be a mother – I suspect I expend way more energy each day than I would doing an average workout.

I could continue to crap on for several more paragraphs, but I have nappies to wash (yes, I stand by my old belief that to use disposables is lazy and irresponsible… and now I have the right to say so), food to mash and games to play.

Besides, I suspect you’ve read enough.