Wednesday, July 13, 2011

A day off to brunch.

While I've been on maternity leave, my husband has been working incredibly hard to provide for our family. Two jobs. Five days of 9 to 5 managing a music store and four nights of gigs a week. That's a whole bunch of work. Sophie and I get to spend time with him on Mondays and Fridays during the day, but he's off to work those nights. He doesn't get a full day and night at home.

AND he does it all because he loves us. We're super lucky.

Before Sophie was born we went out for meals a lot. It's one of our things. We love good food and we love other people preparing it for us. Since Soph arrived, I've perfected the art of eating quickly. I reckon I could finish an entire meal in five minutes. Our little one isn't at a stage where she appreciates fine food and wine and taking one's time to enjoy both. She's also on her best behaviour in the morning.

So now breakfast has become our thing. It's quick and cheap (ish) and delicious.

We're slowly working our way through the breakfast places in Perth. We've had some super duper ones and a couple were meh. Standout places that I've been to with friends but not yet with Court: Sayers in Leederville, The Attic in Fremantle and The Kiosk at Floreat Beach.

We'll get there. We're making breakfast our mission.

Stomping my foot.

I haven't ranted and raved on here in a long time. I think I prefer to keep it more as a diary - less essays - more of a place to sit and reflect on how lucky I am in life.

This probably won't be very ranty at all, really. Well, maybe.

Anyway, since becoming a mother, I've really noticed the difference between parents and non-parents. Prior to the start of my motherhood, I hated it when people made statements like that. I always thought that we're not that different. But until you've held your absolute favourite thing in the world in your arms, you really don't understand. You thought you had a favourite thing before? You didn't.

A childless friend of mine made a comment recently about how she wouldn't immunise her future kids, should she have any.

I went off. For starters, she hadn't researched either option AT ALL. She said the risks of being immunised far outweighed the risks of not being immunised. Whatwhat?! And then came the clincher: it can make your kid autistic. Or asthmatic, allergic, dead. But the autism thing really got my goat. That has been disproven and everyone who knows even a smidge about this theory knows that.

Aside from that, how the hell is it fair if a six week old baby dies from whooping cough after coming in contact with an unimmunised child?! See? This isn't just about your kid - it's about others too.

Okay - that was a bit of a rant.