Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Where'd my mojo go?

I've lost my mojo. 

For those of you not familiar with the term made famous by one seriously groovy, shagadelic, secret agent here's some definitions for you. Yeah, baby...


noun \ˈmō-(ˌ)jō\
: a power that may seem magical and that allows someone to be very effective, successful, etc.
: a charm or spell. 
: finding the magic in what we do. 

So, I've lost my magic charm. 

That drive, that push, that creative little spark inside me that pushes me - pushes me to be creative with my kids, to turn everyday events into themed celebrations and to take the time to prepare nutritious food for my family is missing. 

The drive I have to keep a clean and organised house is absent without leave.

The drive I usually have to share and connect on my blog and social media is sadly lacking, and just when I was ready to really amp things up a bit. 

I think it's mainly because I'm exhausted and overwhelmed. 

The last two weeks have included two birthdays and two birthday parties. That means four cakes and two sets of cupcakes to share at school. There's also been a whirlwind trip interstate. With three children. On my own. One of whom did not sleep well the entire five nights. I don't function well on very little sleep. It makes my brain fuzzy. It also makes me bitchy a bit cranky.

We are also (still) in the process of making over our home office/library/guest room. Which has resulted in a whole lot of displaced/broken furniture, boxes of Ikea goodies (which should make me excited not overwhelmed) and a dazzling variety of other crap stuff all cluttering up the house. I don't function well in clutter. It makes my brain feel clogged. 

I'm also on the cusp of a new reality for all of us. One in which I work. FULL TIME. It's only a seven week contract and parts of me are looking forward to it (though, mainly my purse and Pay Pal account!) The rest of me is a little nervous. How will the baby cope without me? How will I cope without my babies? Will I suck? It's been a fair whack of time since I planned any lessons or did any marking. I don't function well when I'm anxious, either. It makes my brain twitchy. 

No wonder I've had a headache for three days. 

So, somewhere inside my fuzzy, clogged, twitchy brain is that spark. My mojo. 

And I need it back. 

I need it back before my two years gets addicted to television. 

I need it back before my five year old thinks LCMs are everyday foods. 

I need it back before my self-esteem and sense of self-worth disappear altogether. 

I've slowly begun my quest to relocate my spark.  I'm making those lists that used to make me so happy.  I'm ticking things off, slowly.  Then I lose interest or get distracted.  I spent 15 minutes cleaning the laundry today so the washing machine repair man wouldn't think less of me.  The rest of the house looks like a bomb went off.

I'm sitting here, taking to you when I should be cooking dinner.  Leftovers anyone?

*SIGH* Are you adept at locating missing mojo? Feel free to throw some helpful hints at me. 

P.S. When I logged on to post this I saw that my little ol' blog has had over Twenty thousand page views!  Thank you for your ongoing support.  You've made my fuzzy little brain a bit happier and my heart so very full xx

Sunday, 6 April 2014

An Eighth Birthday Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Movie Marathon Sleepover

Today's post is about Liam's Eighth Birthday Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Movie Marathon Sleepover- phew! Not only is that a mouthful, but having a group of eight year old boys stay for the night is rather exhausting. I feel like I need one of those "I survived.." T-shirts!

We did, however, have a lot of fun.  We welcomed our guests in the afternoon with an NYC sewer-themed mural...
ninja turtle balloons...
 some chalkboard art...
and a table full of snacks.... 
The boys then settled in to watch the first TMNT movie- do you remember that one? I was a huge fan of the Ninja Turtles when I was younger. 
They got about an hour into the movie before the sugar in the juice kicked in and, after persevering through the rest of the film, we focused on making them completely and utterly totally exhausted. 

We did the cake early. Leonardo is Liam's favourite.

I'm not sure why, but if you touch the bottom with the knife you're supposed to kiss the nearest girl.  While the boys are checking out how close he got, Liam is on his way to give me a smooch (benefit of being the only girl!)

Operation Make 'Em Tired followed- We played footy outside, had a splash in the spa and jumped on the trampoline with the sprinkler on top. It didn't work.

After showers and pjs they were hungry enough to sit and watch the second TMNT movie: Secret of the Ooze (featuring Vanilla Ice! It's hilariously lame!)

We had pizza, of course. Four different flavours- one for each turtle.

(My favourite at the moment is The Michaelangelo- pesto, sweet potato, pine nuts, chicken and bacon. Yum!)

And more birthday cake, of course. 

We had a few tired looks and one kid even closing his eyes on the couch about 8pm, but then we set up the mattresses and they got their second wind. 
They played some X-Box for a while and decided to skip the third movie because it was late and time for bed, but they were in fits of giggles for another hour or two. Fart jokes are incredibly funny, apparently.

We finally got to sleep about 11:15. Then they were up early for more X-Box and some pancakes for breakfast. 

The end result? One very happy birthday boy. Two absolutely exhausted parents. Good thing birthdays are only once a year!
Tell me, were you a fan of the Ninja Turtles?  Which one was your favourite? Mine's Donatello.