Shopping is like masturbating — a highly personal, sometimes guilty pleasure that will often medicate situations* if only temporarily. And the surreal, fleeting moments that come (sorry) at the almost-cusp of your climax, right before an orgasm, can be likened to the act of contemplation when considering whether or not you’ll buy something.
Finally, finally the day has come.
I’m currently sitting in row 4 seat D of an A320, a Tiger airlines aircraft.
I sit here, anticipating. All I want to do is land. I want to be in Brisbane now. Now doddamit.
You know what I want most? I want to touch my children, I want to feel their soft quarter of Italian olive skin. I want to look into their beautiful brown eyes.
I’m so proud of them both.. My son, you just never know what’s going through his mind. Pretty sure at the age of 13 I can guess. He has the most beautiful and caring nature. He was a little terror when he was little. He started walking at a week before 8 months - I am not even joking. He was just so determined to get up and do things. He would bounce in his bounce so hard until it actually bounced him onto his feet. I will always remember chasing him to the fridge. To him, the fridge was a big container of fun. He loved to take the eggs out and smash them on the floor and on occasion would splatter cream all over the carpet.
When my daughter was born and we took her home, he was 17 months, his words were “Put Baaa back!” Meaning put Baby back in the cot, he was pointing to our room where my daughter slept in her cot next to our bed.
Mitchell adapted really well having his own bedroom. He had a Bob the builder quilt set and he had all of his ‘tools in it. He loved to sleep with ‘bunny’, his grandmother on his fathers side bought him a huge white bunny for his first Easter. So Mitch would always have ‘bunny’ next to him.
Bianca was hard work, I guess that’s being a girl. She had to have most things her way and Mitchell learnt this pattern and would actually take second place for most things just to keep the peace with his sister. Even now when he sees her upset, he tries to make a joke or tickle her to make her happy. He is amazing.
Mitchell was fascinated in anything mechanical and would often sit at out window staring outside at our neighbour mowing the lawn. He loved it when we bought him his own toy lawn mower. When I would mow the lawns on our house which was on a corner block, I would often get ‘toots’ from cars passing by because they saw Mitchell right behind me with his lawn mower copying my every move.
Mitchell loved kinder and especially starting school. Mitch has a mathematical mind. He actually learned to count by 6’s (football goals). He would be able to recall who kicked what goal in whatever game and he drove me bonkers with his ‘stats’. At school he won the mathematical championships in prep and came second in grade 1.
Mitchell was routine driven. He wasn’t fanatical about this but much preferred to be in a routine. Wet box for breakfast, Dinner at the same time, bath at the same time (I would lay out his pyjamas on his bed) and most definitely a story or three would have to be read to him. Sundays he always knew it was a visit from Nannie and dinner at Poppy’s place.
He wasn’t interested in socialising too much, he wanted to be with his family. Often you would find him out in the back yard digging a hole, making mud cakes or trying to hammer something. He loved Sundays, Auskick days.he always was a popular member of school and always returned home each half year with A’s or A plus’ on his report card.
Anyway, I just can’t wait to see him and connect with him again, and of course my amazing daughter who I am so proud of.
I love them so much.
I’m really close tonight And I feel like I’m moving inside her Lying in the dark I think that I’m beginning to know her Let it go I’ll be there when you call…
Saw these guys play at The Corner supporting Rufus.. They are a Triple J unearthed band. Loving Australian & NZ music right now. #killingit
World premiere on ABC1 Wednesday 23 October, 9pm. #privateschoolgirl For Ja’mie King, being a private school girl isn’t a choice, it’s her life. Born into gr…
one of my fav own tracks ..