April 11, 2020



I have recently become aware of the 'journalling' phenomenon that is the new hype. In it you either write your feelings or your days activities to help rid yourself of worries and concern. Others you write your 'ideal day', so you set the intentions from the morning and apparently are more in tune with making it happen. 

I decided to start 'journalling' my 'ideal day' because of the perfectionist in me and frankly, I think I can ace this home schooling thang.
I can vouch that doing so makes your day run smoother. In fact, so much so I decided to include an entry below to show you how I plan my ideal 'health guru' #isolife day. So this piece is a little more personal than usual. Enjoy! 

Dear Journal,   

It's been great. My kids and I have been sailing through isolation with a breeze. We get up early, meditate for 10 minutes before we sing 'Koombaya'. We then sit down for a freshly blended green smoothie and share with each other what we are grateful for........while holding hands might I add. No one pulls their face in disgust or slurps their smoothie, and if they do it's quickly followed up with 'Excuse me, I apologise for being so rude'.

We clean the kitchen together fighting over who does the washing (you know the usual 'No please let me do it' type of thing). Then make our beds while singing 'Do Reh Me' to get our vocal chords ready to answer questions throughout our home tutoring sessions. It's like a scene out of 'The Sound of Music', just politely perfect. 

We then brush our teeth (the kids don't even need to be asked multiple times. Can you believe it! #blessed)) and we ready ourselves into our ironed clothes, that match (My two boys are blessed with the colour talent of a beautiful Picasso, how they match their outfits is true credit to their appreciation of fashion) and promptly sit down to our table to work. 

My kids, talented little creatures with an incredible amount of initiative, start from where they left off the day before and proceed to follow the time table set. I don't know how those parents do it with kids that have no idea what to do. The boys set alarms to remind themselves 'Hey there kiddo, I now your studious but you should stop and stretch those legs. You can get back to that 10 page story a little later'.

There is no 'Mum, I don't understand', 'Mum, I'm hungry', 'Mum, he stole my pencil', 'Mum, this is boring', 'Mum........oh sorry nothing'. 

It is utter peaceful bliss. All I can hear is the clatter of my overgrown finger nails on my keyboard as I make head ways in my pile of work. Actually what work, I stand corrected. All this free time on my hands has given me the opportunity to catch up on my work and now, I'm working on my business.

Every 30 minutes the kids hand their neatly handwritten work to me but not before pardoning themselves for interrupting me hard at work. They ask me questions like 'What do you love doing that makes you happiest Mum', and give compliments 'Mum, #isolife is working wonders for you, your face looks so much younger'.

I have to stop my kids for their morning tea, I tried to give them a hot cross bun but they outright refused wanting to nourish themselves with fruit instead. Organic ofcourse. 

Before I knew it they had resumed their work without prompting, and we carried on til our afternoon fitness session. Stopping only for a salad lunch. Our afternoon fitness was stretching, as recommended by Mr G, to improve his posture. 

After this, they sat for a full hour reading. Before desperately asking to write a book report. I reluctantly gave in and allowed them to use their new pen and notebook (you know the ones you keep away that they know not to touch because they're for when the other ones are finished) 

Mind you, once again completed in silence. Only the odd comment from them on how fast I type and how exceptionally pleased I should be at my level of work. 

After they presented their book reports to me about the moral component of social interaction between human society and bees, they went outside. I was expecting they'd ask me for some screen time, Minecraft, something of that nature, instead opting to be with nature. #proud. But who am I kidding, these are my kids after all and I HAVE raised them well.  

Cutely, they frequently pop their gorgeous heads in asking if I need a tea or a hand making dinner. No arguments, no fighting or annoying each other AT ALL, can you believe it!  

I turned around and  'net minut' they had worked 'together' and set the table. I didn't even hear a whinge.

Hubby walks through the door (early, mind you) with the usual bouquet of flowers and cascade of sweet loving compliments
'I couldn't stand to be away any longer. Gee love you look so beautiful in that t-shirt'
'What this one? I've worn it 3 days'
'Oh I didn't realise, because you look good in anything that's 3 days old.' 

#sigh. He's such a sweetie. 

We then argue over who finishes the dinner.

'No, honestly my darling, you've had the kids all day and I've been able to socially interact with people my own age and feel important. Let me take over from this task that literally keeps our family alive and fuels our body. Without you there would be no food because I don't food shop or know what to cook or even for that matter think to get up to do it'

'Actually let me pour you a glass of wine. 2016 Barossa Shiraz, the $60 bottle?' 
'Why the expensive bottle love, what's the celebration?'
'You, for being just perfect' 

As we eat our meal, and engage in deep meaningful conversations on life and how we want to grow old, we laugh, listen and share.

The boys all get up, clear the table and allow their productive and cherished mother to sit on the couch and scroll Instagram, engage with her community of PHB product lovers. All understanding the Algorithm and why its important to engage. 

After their showers (they volunteered for, mind you) we sit on the couch for a David Attenborough special. The kids take notes even though I've told them, 'enough is enough guys, home school is over for the day'

They begged me for bedtime. They couldn't make it through the credits before giving me a goodnight peck on the cheek and 'don't rush down mum, we can get ourselves into bed with no distractions. We've even brushed our teeth in anticipation'.

Hubby then rubs my feel and pours me another glass of wine.
'Desert hon?' 

Ahhhhhhhh, life is sweet. 
After this entry I decided maybe best I write an 'end of day' journal instead. The ones you write to get things off your chest so you sleep soundly at night.  
Here's my entry. 
Dear Journal,
You don't want to know how my day went and I don't have much time to write, I'm frankly exhausted and tired. But there are 2 things I think you should know.  
One, I think I'm ruining my kids. Homeschooling is not for the faint-hearted.
And two, I'm becoming an alcoholic 
Until tomorrow. 
C xx