Shopping at Aldi (the highs and lows…)

Aldi is addictive. Like a black hole, it draws you in and while you are wandering around the edge browsing you’re fine (although you are cruising at slower speed of time compared to back on Earth, ie. Every shopping trip ever) but as soon as you are sucked in, you are gone for good!

So you dabble shopping there once or twice, not committing, a few things here and there. They have pretty good prices, kick ass gluten free products and really cheap almond milk. Then all of a sudden, every week they suck you in to buying an abundance of rad things you may (but mostly don’t) need. Not only do they have specials, they have them twice a week! TWICE!

So herein lies the problem, the specials. Last week they had Bonds zippies and Dr Seuss books. You think there was ANY trace of this ever happening at our (and I am sure many other) store/s? nope. Not one thread of cotton! This is actually pretty crappy as I heard down the mumma-line that people were buying huge amounts and reselling them on facebook swap and sell sites, YOU JERKS!  (I just wanted one, you know the mint green one with the fluro dinosaurs, super cute hey!).

Anyhoo, these sales, they suck you in twice a week, you go to find that awesome bargain and Baboom! it’s not there (sob sob… I missed the food processor this week too). So you walk around without (or if you’re lucky with!) your catalogue highlighted treasure, and then you find more things to add to your trolley. Really cute things that will just make your life that much better! Which is fine, enjoy, life is short my friends… But then one day you move… read my post about moving here  .  You think really, did I need all this? (I just unpacked some kitchen boxes, and found three sets of kitchen canisters!)

So your trolley is now filled with random delights and a succulent or two. You get to the counter and start unloading your trolley. While your lovely mini assists by either a) eating items b) throwing items on the floor or c) creepily staring at the person behind you so they start making ‘ahh boo’ noises and distract you from your unloading, you notice you can’t keep up with the speed of your groceries flying toward the counter… ‘what is this all about?’ you think… you look ahead and see an 80 yr old woman with her gorgeous European leather shopping cart with goods flying everywhere! As she strenuously tries to keep up with the ridiculous speed of scanning by the attendant, she manages to pack her items and look up with an exasperated look on her face, poor love 😦

So now it’s your turn. Did I say you had a trolley above, no sorry, I meant pram, you have a pram. It begins… Mr Competing-in-the-Jerky-Mc-Jerk-Olympics-how-fast-can-I-possibly-go-to-cause-everyone-an-anxiety-attack starts throwing your items around like a mad man. The canned food gets chucked on the strawberries, he puts meat on your bananas, you’re throwing things on, around and under your poor child. Half way through you frantically trying to unstack the Empire State sized pile overflowing on the edge of the counter, he turns and looks at you. ‘That’s $$$$ how are you paying?’

What, how much, paying, but, groceries, everywhere! Your child has already torn open the flour and started to paint it all over his face/pram/old lady who’s still recovering in front of you.

‘That’s $$$$ how are you paying?’

Yes, I heard you the first time!!

LIKE WHAT THE HELL?!?!

You then spend twenty minutes trying to load your pram Tetris style, while mini is grizzling in the background as your reality of popping in for 15 minutes (edge of Black Hole time) turns in to an hour (Earth time)!  You walk away stressed and confused and say you will never go again… until next week’s catalogue comes out! 😉

Seriously, is it just me or do you guys have intense Aldi attendants too??

xx

Moving House (with a One Year Old)

Moving house is an exciting time, new dwelling, new design, new space, excuse for shopping (really, do us mumma’s need one?)…

But… then there’s all THAT crap. Yes, that stuff you haven’t seen in years and haven’t thought about since the last time you moved two years ago… That you don’t use, don’t miss, don’t need, but oh no, can’t possibly part with! Where may I ask does it all come from? That miscellaneous, mysterious, mostly useless crap is full of everything a One Year Old should not be touching! That’s just the start of it too.

Here’s my past two weeks experience in moving with a One Year Old!

I’ll list it sarcastically just for funs 😉

Top 5 Must Do’s (to cause inconvenience)

#1 Must follow you around and unpack whatever you have just packed for you.

Oh so kind, sweetheart.

#2 Must need to eat way more frequently than usual and ensure they throw their food around a little more than usual, because really, we are going to have to do a big clean anyway hey!

#3 Must definitely poop straight after nappy change. Then repeat.

#4 Must happen to be extra drooly and need a bib & shirt change several times. This means having to make sure you’ve packed extra clothes/bibs and when you realize you haven’t, then have to open several boxes to try find some.

#5 Must have x-ray vision to miraculously find and place in their mouth anything and everything dangerous. Actually anything in general… even that random thing you’ve been looking for for over a year and couldn’t find!

anddd I couldn’t find a gif for that so here is a panda on a rocking horse (OMG!!! ❤ )

What are your moving with kids stories?

xx

The Wonders of Sleep, or Lack Thereof….

One thing you come to expect when you’re expecting is that you will no longer have many good night’s sleep. Your friends/colleagues/strangers in the supermarket love to explain the adventures of sleep deprivation land, a land you will soon spend all your time in.

Then you have your beautifully perfect bundle of joy and the FIRST thing EVERYONE asks you when they meet bub for the first time is DOES HE SLEEP THROUGH? Again, strangers in the supermarket… DOES HE SLEEP THROUGH? Why does everyone put such an emphasis on sleep?

Well, yes, it’s crucial to our body functioning effectively.

Yes, we feel like absolute c-r-a-p when we have no sleep.

Yes, most people love a good sleep in, and by sleep in I mean they have slept the entire night and a little bit extra in the morning/brunch hours.

I agree with all of the above. However, right now I have not slept ‘through’ the night in 8 months and 2 days. Oh wait, count my two days of ef-off-this-is-so-painful-mum-I’m-not-going-to-make-it contractions at 32 weeks and that makes 8 months and 4 days. On top of that my beautifully perfect little Sebby has been on a rager the past month and wakes every two hours to feed, just for a bit of extra fun the past two nights he’s decided to feed THE ENTIRE NIGHT. Not even kidding. I feel like a cow!

Anyhoo, the point of this long winded sleep deprived, sleep focused rant is to say WHO CARES? The more we think about how we are not getting enough sleep the worse it feels. So right now, Sebby is asleep, after crying for four hours (teeth, possibly? gosh, really who knows!) and being awake for 6 hours, driving to mums 30 mins away and back did the trick. Yet I can’t sleep haha! can you even believe it? So this is when I decided, you know what? Who cares. Because he is beautiful and perfect and a baby and this is what it’s all about. And if anyone asks me if he’s sleeping through, I may just say ‘almost’ because what does it really matter.

Rant ended, now I am going to go have a Sebby snuggle… and hopefully sleep 😉

Sweet dreams all.

xo