Category Archives: Complaints Dept

Access all areas, nah yeah right.

15036640_10154885387192867_5323705074798327022_n

I don’t think I had even given thought to what it is really like to be incapacitated for an extended period. Suddenly needing assistance for everything impacts on your level of happy, combine that with lots of pain and having watched everything on Netflix, and you find yourself really hitting the snooze button on everything. Everything seems to hard to organise so why bother kind of feels.
Having mum out of action is starting to bug the kids too, at least once a day one of them will ask when my leg is going to get better. So our adventures these past weeks have been limited, but I’ve certainly got some reading done and honed some long not practiced drawing skills. Lucky I have a spouse with lots of leave up his sleeve hmmmm? We probably should make good use of this time together and attend to long overdue house/school/parenting/cleaning stuff, yeah we should.

14500538_10154718178337867_2138816904333345710_o

IMG_8697

Leave a Comment

Filed under Changes, Complaints Dept, Health

Snow Bunny… I am not.

As you’ve probably noticed one of these images is not like the others. Our second ever annual snow trip to Mount Selwyn was somewhat tainted by my breaking bones falling off a big cold rock into a ravine, I may have been trying to take a picture while precariously perched and it would have been awesome, had I had time to press the shutter. Still a good time was had by most, and we’ll probably be back there in 2017, but this time I’ll be wearing snow cleats.

13737452_10154543640117867_9052650512807813283_o

13962516_10154600619477867_7756897228748141241_n

14188404_10154663612402867_1114259433749519766_o

Leave a Comment

Filed under Complaints Dept, Health

Time to mingle.

I decided to get out amongst the humans this week. I figured that working from home for this long can’t be good for me, I think I haven’t worn a skirt for around six months, haven’t needed to. My fashion sense has taken a nose dive, but then again have you seen fashion lately? I don’t think I’m doing that bad really. My people skills are dropping though, if I were to have an office job I’d have to stick a post it note on my desk where I can see it all the time that says: Don’t fart at your desk, you are not alone!

Side topic; when will this hideous left over from the eighties, with a hint of the awkward nineties, flouro pattern splooge fest end?! Us red heads are running out of things to wear! Yes I digress.

So anyways, I went out to meet some humans, having decided to volunteer my time to the gallery that will soon be showing some of my pictures (giggity). Yesterday was my first shift. Sure enough the phone rings at midday, and it’s the school. Insert your choice of annoyed looking emoticon here if you will. Of course it’s the school, it has to be the school, because children are born with this sixth sense that informs them when the mother is about to do something for her own wellbeing. A little alarm rings in the back of their mind ‘quick mum is about do something different, you need in on this’. So I make my excuses, leaving a great first impression on my first day and head to the school.

When the teacher called she mentions that she also needs to have a quick chat with me, and I think we all know how much every parent loves to hear that, am I right? Tells me our town cryer has been unwell today. Can you tell I’m not convinced? Back story, the small ones have discovered that all you have to do to get out of class is make the slightest mention you feel sick. The second those words are uttered a call is put into Mum, drop what you are doing parents the kid is totes dying.

I get there, and I have the chat. Turns out it was a surprisingly good one, for once there was nothing bad to report. Enter the sick bay, because the small dying one was not that sick he couldn’t wait while I had that brief parent teacher interview. He greets me and attempts to conceal a smile, he did not succeed. The average for one of these calls from the school is about once a fortnight, and you should hear how hard the teachers try to convince me it is legit. I take the boy by the hand as he skips out the school gate; “Are we going to the shops now?” ahhh no. Again feel free to add your choice of annoyed emoticon here.

Have you ever encountered this? That road block in the shape of a small child each time you attempt to return to some kind of semblance of your previous professional life? Or is just me that has a big faker in the house?

Of course I know this is what I signed up for when I resigned from my much loved job five years ago, and don’t get me wrong I love that I am able to be at home with the kids, and do all that needs doing for my high need charges. It is a super busy life that we lead, but that said, it is super busy and super boring. Mundane even, and I’m not the first one to say that about this parenting deal.

Mum is bored kids, and she needs to get out more. Trust me it is better for everyone 😉
Anywho, onwards and upwards right guys? Next month people will be paying me to take their pictures, and so help me if the school calls, it had better be from the back of the ambulance.

image

1 Comment

Filed under Changes, Complaints Dept, Rants & Stuff, The Kids

You can’t get this Otter wet.

I have been hunting for the right case for my iPhone 6 plus from the moment I got it a few months back, and since my most favourite cases (being the Lifeproof kind) have yet to hit Australian shores.  I’ve had to make do with the limited cases available.  I didn’t want to bend my phone and the only one I’ve found in this narrow market that is capable of stopping that so far, is the Otterbox Defender.

It's a huge bitch!

It is a VERY bulky case, it doubles the phone thickness at the very least and probably a smidgen more.  My children laugh at my when I’m on the phone, and ask if I’ve mistaken my iPad for a phone.  But Otterbox is known for ruggedness not style. Seriously though, I’ve got no pockets this thing will fit in.

It features a tough polycarbonate plastic shell that covers the whole phone, then a rubbery outer synthetic slipcover wraps around that to absorb shocks. It comes with a belt clip holster that swivels from landscape to portrait, and doubles as a stand which you will use more than you think.

In Australia it comes in black and black (my white phone looks a bit silly in it), unless you pick up a grey market one on eBay, or pay big bucks in postage to get a coloured skin direct from Otterbox. 

It will survive a drop, and has done so on many occasions now, and it has a built in screen protector. Which is probably essential to the whole protection deal, but the one or two millimetre gap between the screen and the protector drove me insane. I made SO many mistakes just trying to type one simple message, I end up ripping the screen cover out.  I’m not kidding that screen cover made being accurate near on impossible.  

If you remove your phone from the case, the fingerprint recognition will not work anymore, the sticky of the film membrane that covers the home button doesn’t appear to be designed for more than once use. So I had to take that out too, because I also use that feature on my phone a lot. I removed the phone to clean it (prior to any modifications), because despite its all encompassing appearance you can still get sand in the case. Given the nearly $100 price tag Australians enjoy for this case, I’m not impressed, it works (with these slight modifications) but no longer providing the protection I want.

When I look at this case next to the hubs iPhone 6 sitting all snug and sleek in it’s new LifeProof case, I’m pretty sure my Plus blushes.  I think it’s back to the drawing board with this one please Otterbox, rushed to market and not tested enough.  Also if it is named after a water habituating creature why isn’t it waterproof? Just wondering.

2 Comments

Filed under Complaints Dept, Reviews, Technology/Gadgets

Marble Boy

As I type today’s post I am waiting for a surgeon somewhere in the southern region of NSW, to call us back to tell is they can deal with this….

Yep, that’s a marble sitting in the wee mans stomach, and it’s been there ten days. Hasn’t moved one way or the other.

Now I don’t want to get into the saga that our local health providers have put us through, let’s just say the complaint letter will be long, about as long as the wait for hospital admission.

He ate the marble at preschool, another thing that we’re very pleased about. Yeah.

Have your kids eaten anything they shouldn’t have? How long before it came out again?

Leave a Comment

Filed under Complaints Dept, Kid Safety, Rants & Stuff, The Kids