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Time to think...

I was talking to an acquaintance the other day about ADHD, more precisely, my experience of ADHD.

I found myself saying - as I often do, speaking and hearing my thoughts as the words erupt from my mouth - that I often need to hide away after a full day at Uni. I come home and I feel exhausted, so I lay down and nap.

Friends have noticed this phenomenon remarking that I am regularly absent from social media between 4-8pm. I am not napping that entire time, usually, but yes, this certainly is something I do often.

When I got to bed, I don't usually fall asleep right away. I will lay in the silence of my room and think. Think about the day and process all the unfinished mental business.

Busy - ness.

You see, as an easily distracted person, I find most of my thoughts are left dangling throughout the day. Ethereal threads of conscientiousness drifting in the breeze of conversations and rushing about.

When I lie down, I am able to gather up some of these threads and tie them off. Tuck …

Unpursued Passions...

Since he first learned to use his vocal chord productively, Lukas has been a lover of music. When he was little the Grumpy Old Man and I often marvelled at how he provided his own soundtrack to his life. Constantly making up songs and singing. When he sung songs others had made up - nursery rhymes and later songs from CDs and radio - he always sang them pitch perfect!
The Grumpy Old Man's mum is a very good singer, but never pursued her passion for music beyond owning a lot of music and listening to it and singing along at home.
On my side of the family we have many great songbirds, both on mum's side and dad's side of the family.
Lukas has always wanted to learn an instrument, but we've never had the money for it. Then in late grade five we signed him up for a terms worth of guitar lessons ($240!), but he just didn't practice. We couldn't figure out why not, but in grade 6 we didn't bother with lessons.
Signing him up for high school, we found he could do…

Out of Exile!

I moved into my new work station last Monday! It has only taken nine months to get a work station on Burwood campus! Yesterday was probably my most productive day in those entire nine months. I was able to PhD work, and committee work without having the anxiety of travelling between the two campuses. 
I share an office with session staff (so lecturers and tutors), which is just fantastic for me, because it gives me the opportunity to get to know a few faces. 
Colloquium is under three months away. The plan for March has been to polish off the creative aspect of the Colloquium document and do all the research for the chapter which will accompany the creative work. I will have two chapters; a literature review and then an actual chapter from the thesis itself. 
The chapter will be on Iceland and Identity as the creative work consists of stories from my Icelandic family (mostly) and form part of how I have developed a sense of identity through hearing and retelling family stories.
There…

Time flexibility is an illusion...

I was having a chat with some other mums who study yesterday and I found myself relating that while I am officially an 'on campus' student, because I don't have lectures to attend, my time seems to be often considered as less important than other people's time.

That is to say, because I don't *have* to be in a certain place at a certain time - or risk failing - there seems to be a perception and an expectation that I can and will be available when it suits other people.

Now - in the interest of owning my own stuff, because that is important to me - I have done little to discourage this perception and related expectation. In an effort to please and accommodate others, I have told people my time is more flexible than theirs. However, I neglected to point that out I still have a workload I am committed to - that is at least forty hours of work on my PhD per week.

And so I find myself forced to schedule my time and be far less flexible that I have been in the past in …

How I got my boys to do the dishes!

Hands up those of you who just LOVE doing the dishes!

Come on, let's see some enthusiasm!

No?

Yeah, me neither...

Mostly I palm it off onto the Grumpy Old Man. Here's why. I don't like getting my hands wet and I especially don't like how my hands feel after washing the dishes. Before you start on about using gloves, I loathe gloves!

I have to say though that this past week or so, washing the dishes has actually been kind of nice, no really! I kid you not! You see, I got to try out this new product from Palmolive...


Palmolive have just release a new range of dishwashing liquids and I had the opportunity to try out their Palmolive Divine Blends Vanilla & Berries dishwashing liquid - which retails at $4.99 for a 700ml bottle of the ultra concentrate. This is a really luscious dishwashing liquid and it smells heavenly! In fact, the smell of it brought the boys to my kitchen - that'd be Lukas and Bryn, I'm talking about. They thought I was baking something! (in …

Reasons I'm a 'bad' mum...

I'm such a bad mum. I know I am by the feedback I receive from others. I'll say, 'Oh, yeah, I tell my kids if you touch anything in this shop I'll rip your arms off and beat you about the head with them.' and other mums look at me in horror. I am a bad mum. But actually, I hide a deeper secret about how bad a mum I am...

I don't take my kids to the dentist - I know, I know, this is truly terrible - I don't have any philosophical beef with dentistry, I'm just traumatised by my experiences with it and so I fear stepping into a dentist office. Unfortunately, the Grumpy Old Man is also similarly traumatised and so he is also too afraid to go to the dentist with the kids. As the years have passed I always thought I would get onto this, I planned to get onto this, and I came close a couple of times, but in the end the fear always gets the better of me.



The other day, I was sitting with extended family and they were all talking about terrible experiences going…

My little entrepreneur...

According to economist Joseph Alois Schumpeter (1883-1950), entrepreneurs are not necessarily motivated by profit but regard it as a standard for measuring achievement or success. Schumpeter discovered that they:  greatly value self-reliance, strive for distinction through excellence,  are highly optimistic (otherwise nothing would be undertaken), and always favor challenges of medium risk (neither too easy, nor ruinous).

Read more: http://www.businessdictionary.com/definition/entrepreneur.html#ixzz2vkCDBA70


A few weeks ago Erik lost his phone. He didn't tell us he'd lost his phone for a week, so by the time we found out he had completely forgotten where he even had it last. I got him to look through his room, and eventually he was hunting around under his bed and brought out the crate he stores all his precious things in. He pulled the lid of but left it sitting over half the box while he pulled things out, looking for his phone. It was obvious to me he was hiding something s…

C'est La Vie!

Look, it's me in my element! Well, sort of. I worked the Mature Aged Student Club (MASC) stall at Deakin University for O Week, yesterday (I'll be there tomorrow and Thursday as well), and we managed to sign up over 40 members on our first day. Marije (the lovely one to my left in the photo) told me I was 'very good' at the whole talking to people thing. I guess I've had a lot of practice through the Salvos. I don't mind talking to people when I'm in some sort of official capacity - like club secretary.
Today, I had a braille tutorial, I really didn't feel like going; was quite stressed and down in the mouth. My nanna died on Sunday and I'm very sad that I couldn't go to be with her in her last days (we knew her time was close because she had another stroke on Thursday). It looks like I might make it to her grave-side ceremony (the funeral is tomorrow in QLD, but she is being laid to rest next to grandad in Shellharbour on Monday next week). So…

Looking for windows...

You know that saying, 'When a door closes, a window opens.' - well, I'm on the hunt for windows.

After not getting the note taking position I had interviewed with, I spent a day or two moping, and then figured I had better get on with looking for work. I figure my resume and interview skills could do with a bit of work. I also just need to consolidate all the roles I have had over the past couple of decades - particularly the past 10 years - and try and make them seem appropriate for a paid work place.

Being 42 and legally blind, I thought my best bet might also be to approach Vision Australia and see if they could assist in the process. I found out yesterday that because I am studying full time, they are not permitted to allow me entrance into their employment program. This is apparently a new Government funding policy thing which came into effect last October. It's a bit crappy because as a person with a disability, even 50% load is considered 'full time' an…