Hot off the presses is my new short story ‘Spirits’.
When four women travel to tropical Mexico they find themselves in heaven. Their days consist of sipping margaritas on the beach and dining in cute cantinas being serenaded by mariachi bands.
Their holiday turns into their worst nightmare when they are kidnapped and held for ransom.
This short story details how each of the women deal with this traumatic event.
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I was delighted and relieved that we made it through our annual winter ski trip this year without the need for any x-rays. The past three years have resulted in injuries to our kids. I actually gloated to my husband that our family had survived unscathed and that bad luck comes in threes, so we were out of the woods.
Yesterday, wanting to fill in some time, I decided to take my youngest two kids to the local ice skating rink. My fateful last words were ‘have fun, but don’t break anything!’ My daughter and son were having great fun racing each other and creating challenges for one another. They even participated in games organized by the ice skating rink staff. My greatest concern was that as a spectator my extremities might require amputation as I felt like frostbite had well and truly kicked in – I guess hypothermia is the price of keeping your kids entertained in the school holidays.
With ten minutes left in the session, my daughter fell and instinctively put her arm out to break her fall. She came off the ice in pain and declared she thought she had broken her arm.
I rushed her to the closest GP who after a 30 second inspection sent us to the local hospital for an x-ray. Lo and behold the x-ray confirmed our suspicions of a fracture and my daughter now has her arm in plaster for a few weeks.
I take full responsibility for tempting fate – not only did I jinx the situation by boasting that we had survived a year without an x-ray, but then to verbalise that my kids shouldn’t break any bones was too much. Fate is sitting back sniggering at my naivety that we were out of the woods.
Sometimes you wish you could wrap your kids in cotton wool, but experiences like this are going to happen regardless of how protective you are! Actually, to be honest, I think my daughter may be secretly happy to have her first cast, as she took no time at all to bust out the permanent marker so we could all sign it!
Image courtesy of praisaeng, freedigitalphotos.net
Have you ever noticed the difference the weather makes to your kid’s behaviour?
I find on a rainy day they are lethargic and only want to lie around watching television. A bright and sunny day seems to make them keen to get active swimming and running around. It is the windy days that seem to bring out the worst in kids.
On windy days kids seem to be whipped up by the wind. They seem to be full of energy without having anywhere to expel it.
I remember when my kids were in pre-school, one of their teachers confided in me that she dreaded windy days as it affected the kids’ behaviour so much. She said it turned them hyperactive and made them hard to control. Having just had a few days of windy conditions, I think I concur with her judgment. Combining ‘holiday hypos’ and windy weather is a lethal combination – one where kids act like you’ve just handed them a double shot of espresso and told them to go play.
I’ve checked the weather forecast for the next few days and thankfully it is predicting a calming change in my kid’s behaviour – or at least I hope so!
Have you noticed a change in your kid’s behaviour that correlates with the weather? Let me know your thoughts.
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We are so busy living our everyday lives that sometimes it takes a change of scenery and routine to re-connect. This last weekend our family packed up the car and headed south to the little seaside town of Kiama. It wasn’t that far away nor so different from where we live, but it was a place where our family could solely spend time with one another without any external distractions.
We headed to a water park with the kids and even the older girls (and to be honest my husband and I too) were like little kids again, riding water slides and playing around. It was such a relaxed environment to have a few laughs and not worry about our day-to-day concerns.
We visited scenic lookouts to appreciate the natural beauty of the region and ate out every meal, getting the kids to try their tastebuds out on Mexican and Indian food.
This change of pace and scenery allowed our kids to interact in a way they seldom do at home when we are busy with our individual social lives. As much as we have amazing friends and our kids do too, the beauty of this weekend was time spent just as a family unit. I think this mini-break had such a profound effect because it is so different from the hustle and bustle of our everyday lives.
I took lots of photos in an effort to store away beautiful memories of this weekend, as I see my kids growing in front of my eyes everyday. I know that in the blink of an eye they will be grown up and that all the time we spend together now is priceless.
We are now back home in the normal weekly routine but all feeling calmer and more re-connected from our mini-break away. I’m just left bewildered by one thing – how can two days away create so much washing????