Pink Anonymous

Let me tell you a story about a friend of mine. Let’s call her…uhh…glooking-mass lama. This friend of mine is married with two boys (wow, just like me! Who’d have thought?) and has noticed an odd change in her life since her youngest was born.

Glooking-mass lama finished brushing her teeth and placed her new toothbrush in the holder. As she did, she glared at it sullenly.

It was pink.

Not the bristles – no, it wasn’t a sign of gingivitis like all the ads say to watch out for.

No. Her new toothbrush was pink. Well, pink and black to be specific. But still, pink.

It wasn’t really that big an issue. She doesn’t have a problem with pink in general. She has even been known to wear it on occasion. She does take issue with pink being a “girly” colour and object to being given things in pink purely because of her gender, but the colour itself isn’t an issue.

The issue is that she purchased it. For myself herself. Of all the colours available, her hand had unconsciously moved to the pink toothbrush.

Again, that isn’t such a big thing.

The problem was, this wasn’t the first time.

It started off fairly innocuously – she needed a new iPad cover. Her signature red wasn’t available in the style she preferred, so she opted for a rather fetching yellow and pink design. No problems there – or so she’d thought.

She should have known. The salesman informed her there were matching iPhone covers coming in later that week. She capitulated. Now both iFruit devices are clad in pink.

Perhaps on reflection, the cases had been her gateway drug. Once hooked on a pink item she could conceal from the public, it was easy to move onto larger, more obvious items.

The hoodie was the next item. She tried to tell herself it was magenta, but deep down, she knew it was a lie. It was hot pink and everyone in a 5km radius knew it. She’d sold out for warmth and comfort.

After that she moved onto the harder stuff – feature items. Before she knew it, she’d bought a pink teething necklace. She had the option of red or black or yellow…or almost any other colour. She selected pink. Again.

And now the toothbrush.

She can’t even pretend she doesn’t know why it’s happening.

Or rather Y it’s happening.

Her second X chromosome is apparently railing against her feminist sensibilities and making her come home with progressively more pink.

She is determined to halt the tide, but I fear she may need to start attending Pink Anonymous meetings before long.

I think I might just go paint my toenails fuchsia to support her.

Glitter Bottles

And now for something completely different…

Today’s Zero to Hero task is to write a post inspired by another blogger. I’ve selected Crumbs Off The Table as my inspiration today.  Most of the posts I’ve read on her blog have fantastic ideas of fun things to do, like this.  I wanted in, so I went looking for something fun to do.

I stumbled upon this fantastic idea – glitter bottles.  I’ve read of people using them as an alternative to doing ‘time outs’ for their kids.  Always keen for new options to help my boys learn to behave, I pretty much leapt on this.

I took Alpha shopping to buy the supplies we needed. Turns out it’s not a brilliant idea to take a toddler with an umbrella into a craft store. We made it out more or less unscathed after Alpha picked the colours he wanted in his bottle (blue glitter glue and purple fine glitter). I also found an appropriate sized bottle. For the record, 16.9 ounces is pretty much 500mL – I really don’t understand the imperial system.

I then decided to wait until the perfect moment to create my Alpha’s glitter bottle. Naturally this turned out to be after 11pm on the last Sunday of the school holidays. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much I could do to get myself in trouble. I’m pretty sure the glitter will wash out of the sink eventually. Check out the link above for the full instructions. I’d only add a couple of hints – rinse the bottle thoroughly after washing with soapy water, and put a piece of paper towel under the bottle while you pour in the glitter.

The results are completely mesmerising. I put the bottle on the window will in front of me while I washed up (I do my best housework after 10pm) and it was so ridiculously calming. I’m not actually sure I want to surrender it to Alpha now.

So there you go. I suspect we’ll need the bottle tomorrow when Daddy is back at work and it’s only me on deck. Would it be weird to say I’m looking forward to my toddler getting in trouble? Is it okay if I put myself in time out so I can watch the glitter bottle?

I have a suspicion I’ll be making a few more of these…

Say G’Day to the Neighbours (Zero to Hero day 11)

Okay, the actual task is to say “hi”.  But I really do say g’day.  So there.  

Today’s task is to get involved with other blogs and make meaningful comments on them.  This is a great task.  It’s forced me to think more about what I write on the blogs – something other than “great post!!”.  It’s also introduced me to some wonderful new blogs.  I can’t wait to spend time reading them.  I found them via the list of bloggers taking part in the Zero to Hero challenge and selected them based on their names.

My first new friend is Bungling Housewife.  Firstly, I love her name!  It’s exactly how I feel most days.  Secondly, her blog is genuinely funny.  This post about smart phones resonated a little too well!

A second blog name that really caught my attention is Crumbs Off The Table.  She has amazing titles for her posts that make me laugh, such as “When I asked if I could get insurance if the local volcano erupted, they assured me I would be covered”.

Next I stumbled upon The Candid Pickle.  She’s just starting out but has written a great post from the perspective of a child with autism.  

Finally, there’s The Chocolate Teapot.  So very very funny.  This post about trying to find a new doctor was something special.

 

So there you go!  Four blogs with awesome names and some excellent writing to go with it.

To an unknown mother on ANZAC Day

To an unknown mother

I think of you today.

A century ago, you stared down an uncertain future for your child. The world was on the brink of a war that would change everything. You didn’t know – although I’m sure you could guess – that your son would travel across the seas to fight.

Many things change through the ages. A parent’s love for her children does not. My sons are still babies but I love them so fiercely. The thought of losing them causes me so much pain it makes me gasp.

Only one hundred years separate us. I look at my sons and try to imagine them as young men in uniform going off to war.

I can’t.

How did you do it? Were you proud of him? Did you cry as he sailed away? Or were you angry at the world for being so full of hate that it tore your baby from your grasp?

How did you sleep while he was away? How did you do anything other than pray for his safety every single moment?

How did you continue to exist when they brought the letter that shattered your heart? Was there ever any joy in your life after that moment? Was there any feeling at all, or were you simply numb?

No one asked you for your sacrifice. Many throughout the years have thanked you – but what good is that? Empty words from future generations did not pass back through time to heal your heart.

But I do thank you.

I weep for you – and all the mothers and fathers who have sent their babies to war.

I remember your son.

I remember you.

Lest we forget.