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Bathroom Renovation

What have we started? It all started over Christmas an off the cuff remark from a friend about their bathroom renovation and now we are renovating ours. Just wish we thought about doing it earlier than NOW.

If we had any consideration for our children we WOULD have started and completed it during the school holidays. That’s what our daughter Makeyla yelled at us the other day. The attitude comes and goes now that she has started at high school. It is accompanied with eating heaps of food one day and then eating like a sparrow the next. I guess the attitude needs fuel.

Why would we ever consider renovating BOTH bathrooms at the same time too. Doesn’t matter it would save us money having the trades tag teaming between the main bathroom and our ensuite. Teenagers just don’t get it.

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Jason my husband couldn’t see what the fuss was all about. It’s summer and as far as he is concerned, we can use the neighbours shower (bless them) and we have a toilet in the laundry that is not being renovated. At worse the kids can use the sprinkler just as they did when they were toddlers. I thought it was a funny suggestion but Makeyla stormed off in disgust. Our other daughter Claire is spending a few weeks at her boyfriends, to get away from it all. Smart girl.

To keep costs down Jason took a day off work last week and with a friend pulled out the old bathrooms. The bathroom company assured us they would start work late last week. But due to a hint of rain they have delayed it to next week. I don’t understand why the delay, the bathroom is inside and it doesn’t rain inside. Sure it might have flooded up in Northern NSW (again) but that’s hundreds of kilometres away.

Colleagues at work tell me of horror stories about their bathroom renovations. Such as wrong tiles delivered and tiler started work before it was picked up by the project manager. Light fittings back to front, wrong taps, splash backs splintering when delivered, water leaks, delays, delays and delays. One poor lady was so disheartened with it all she just accepted the faults to get her bathroom back.

It’s a new year for the kids at high school . Jamie had his birthday recently is in year 9 and Makeyla is like a peacock with all her new friends in year 7. With so many primary schools filtering their kids into the same high school there are so many friends to choose from. Plus she met up with a lot of girls she used to dance with at ballet some years ago. So there has been a bit of juggling friends and forming new bonds.

It surprises me that my daughter who has been talking to her girlfriends all day at school will spend most of the evening on the phone or Facebook’ing with them again at night. I’ve allowed her to create a Facebook account like Jamie as long as I am her friend and can monitor. I’ve written about Facebook in a previous post.

So Makeyla has also discovered the mirror. She has to check herself out in every mirror around the house. She was quite adamant to having a large mirror in the new bathroom. Almost vanity unit to ceiling. The tradie from the bathroom company mustn’t have a daughter or wife. He scoffed at the size of our bathroom mirror. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I think a mirror can really make a room look lighter and airier.

Problem with a large mirror Jason now thinks is, we may never get her out of the bathroom. I guess I can see where he is coming from. Recently, she started to spend an hour or so in the bathroom with the hair straightener. Agh teenagers. Agh female teenagers. I also think Jason has forgotten this is our second daughter. He has forgotten all these issues we had with Claire at this age. The best is yet to come, not.

So here I was sitting outside for my own time out this afternoon. Enjoying the outside quietness. But inside our teenage kids were arguing again about whose stuff will be put where in the new bathroom. My son teasing Makeyla about setting up a bathroom roster system. She would get the bathroom from 6-7am, so that he and Claire had enough time for them prior to school and job hunting. I thought it was quite a good idea of Jamie not so Makeyla. Teenagers! Teenagers today and young adults the next. Some days are good and some are horrid. In the meantime, I hope our bathrooms is renovated quickly. I would like a shower in my own bathroom.

Do you have teenagers? If so, do you have a bathroom roster that works? I’d love to know.

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Got my report recently

No one warned me I’d be getting report cards as an adult and indirectly though my children. Why does society place such a big importance on school reporting? I am fine if my kids do not turn out to be the next Einstein but the pressure with the lead up to end of year reporting is too much.  The younger kids got their end of year reports recently and it felt like they were reporting on how well I did too.

Perhaps I am being too sensitive but could we have less of what is being done wrong and more of what is going right? How about positive reinforcements? It just feels after all the stress, pressure, hard word, study the kids have done this year they have only crept forward a little.

A number of years back Jamie was in trouble almost every week. Throwing stones, teasing or name calling other kids. Some of the issues were trivial and could have been dealt by ‘time out’ in the playground. But the school kept sending home notes about unacceptable behaviour. We saw his teacher a number of times before being advised that we might need to seek help with Jamie’s behaviour. Jamie was in year 1 and aged 6 at the time. After many discussions Jason and I didn’t seek professional help. We consulted Dr Google and deployed a few family rules for all our kids to learn and abide by.  It helped us all.

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At every parent teacher night this year there was more focus on the negatives. “Are you spending time with Makeyla and her maths homework?” “Are you reviewing Jamie’s assignments?” the teachers asked us. Jason and I try to show a united front with the kids’ teachers. We will support the words of the teacher to teach our to show respect. Showing teachers respect today and showing respect for employers tomorrow. So with our hands slapped, we went away and focussed more each week on the kids’ homework/assignments. We thought we did ok with Claire (who is at uni) how could we be doing it so wrong with the other kids years later?

I also wrote about an issue Jamie had earlier in the year which also affected his school work. We had a few meetings with his teacher support. Jason took notes but when he went over a page of note taking I slumped in my seat. Was our son really that bad? What have we done wrong this time?

Thank goodness things panned out for Jamie and feedback from the Teacher support a few weeks later was he was on track.

So when reports came out last week I was sure we’d done all right for Jamie and Makeyla would be fine. She is normally, but not this time. Her grades were down in English quite a bit with the following comment “Perhaps there have been a few issues at home that has caused distraction with Makeyla”.  What issues at home everything is fine! Other than spending more time with the kids and their homework. Now I am waiting to see Makeyla’s teacher about this and with a week of the school year to go.

Some people say our schools are teaching to the NAPLAN. To get the right results and a good report. Are the My School website rating report scores really necessary in our schools? It’s a vicious reporting circle. Kids do bad, school does bad and teacher does bad. Therefore, the end of school year report is bad for the parents too. But do we need all of this? I don’t think so.

So how have your kids school reports been? Am I alone in thinking that schools are here to help aide our kids educational careers. Why are we focusing so much on reporting so early in our kids life?

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School reunions

I could not shake off Jasmine in the QVB over the weekend. She thought I didn’t know she was shadowing me between shops. It seemed wherever I was, she was there too. I was looking for a party dress for a fancy charity ball/party Jason has been invited to by one of his big work clients. Jason has been dying to go to one of these infamous parties and jumped to accept his invitation. As wife, I am to go too. Sounds glam but boring: a bunch of strait-laced superannuation and financial types aren’t likely to provide a wild night out. The good news is I have a good budget to buy a ritzy party dress.

I am now over the flu and Jason is over his #manflu, so I was able to escape for the dress shopping on the weekend. The week had been dreadful. Both of us last week were sick in bed. That is until I could not cope with Jason’s snoring anymore and willed myself better. It worked.

So with my credit card out of lock-down, I went shopping. I bumped into Jasmine. Well really I saw Jasmine but she quickly looked away, side stepped and hid from me in one expensive dress shop. I shrugged it off and went on with my shopping. Mildly happy not to have to say anything and feel awkward.

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The last time I saw Jasmine was at our year 12 20th school reunion a few years’ back.  But before I can tell you that story, I need to bring you up to date why events on that evening occurred and what happened when we were at high school.

Jasmine Wade (not her real name) was my best buddy for most of my younger years at high school. We’d have many sleep overs, parties, seeing movies and just hanging out together. Our parents knew each other, though it took some time for her parents to warm to mine. My hippy go lucky parents take a bit to get used to.

Jasmine loved horses. So I did too. We drew pictures of horses in our books, we’d go horse riding when we could, we’d watch horsey riding events and more horsing around. We just clopped around. Sorry bad puns.

But one year our family went away on a holiday and things were never the same again. We went on a long holiday of about 4 weeks over Christmas between years 9 and 10 and during that time Jasmine got in with a new bunch of girls. I was mortified on my return. The first few weeks of school were horrible. Jasmine became a B I T C H. Gone was her love of horses. Gone was her friendship with me. I wondered around the playground in a daze. I’d stand in the canteen line at lunch and swap lanes so it would take up as much time as possible. I was lonely and was killing time by looking busy.

Jasmine and her new clicky brainiac girlfriends laughed at me for no reason if we passed in the playground. I could see they would pass notes to each other, look at me and snigger. Then one day in art I could not take it any longer and threw my rubber at Jasmine. It hit her fair on the nose. The other kids laughed or sighed. Mainly the boys laughed, girls sighed and I was told off by the teacher. I stood my ground with the teacher. I wanted to cry and yell at Jasmine, “Why are you being so horrible”. My eyes glazed, I looked at the teacher and took it on the chin. My teacher, bless her, called me aside when the class left the lesson. I burst into tears. She had suspected something a miss with Jasmine. She knew we had been good friends but had to pull me up, throwing things wasn’t the thing to do. After many tissues and her assurances that life will get better for me, I left her classroom. Happy that this discussion took much of my being alone lunch time. Entering the playground another group of girls approached me and patted me on the back. They congratulated me with my throw and asked me to join them for the rest of lunch. This then became my new hang out group.

As the school years passed, I remained average whereas Jasmine continued on her brain quest. She was the dux of the class in most subjects. Got in the top 5% in her HSC and in our year 12 year book she was voted the most likely to succeed in life. She went off to study law and some such.

So when the 20th reunion for our class came up I was in two minds about going. I didn’t really want to find out just how successful she became. But my girlfriends convinced me to go.

Sure there were the girls who became mothers the year out of school. One girl married three times. One guy who was in prison for arson. Two guys I suspected gay finally came out. One girl was wearing our school uniform, it amazed me that she could still fit into it. Or more to the point she kept the rotten thing. Another girl who had children so young that they were now at our school being taught by the teachers who taught us. She said her own daughter was being chastised by her maths teacher for being bad at maths “You are just like your mum, bad, bad, bad at maths”.

Then across the room I saw Jasmine, she caught me looking at her and started walking over. I tried to hide behind Elizabeth my old school buddy. I even looked away but Elizabeth nudged me and said hello Jasmine. Elizabeth yanked my arm around. I had to face my nemesis.

She was really nice. It blew me away.

The rest of the crowd, the rest of the party seemed to vanish and I was caught up in a long conversation with Jasmine. Yes, she was a lawyer and looking at the opportunities of being a barrister in time. She was an accomplished musician, travelled lots, had investment properties everywhere. Ok, not everywhere, but one in New York (where her company’s head office was) and a small flat in London. With her busy schedule I did wonder how did she found time to go to our humble school reunion. She asked about my parents, brother, was I married, what did I do, how many kids etc. She seemed REALLY interested. Our lives had moved on from school.

Later on, I bumped into people who knew me but for the life of me I could not remember them. Thank goodness for those little name stickers. Daggy guys were now looking handsome. Cute boys at school now looked worn and daggy. How the tide does change.

After a few more drinks, mingling with so many people. I headed for the bathroom. There was someone already in the other cubical when I got there. “All I want is a baby”, I heard her say to someone on what I guess was her mobile. It was Jasmine. “I don’t care about the bar, I want a child”. She went on “All these people have families and normal lives”. I felt I was snooping and left quickly. I didn’t see Jasmine again that evening.

I was quite surprised to find given that we chatted so well at the reunion that Jasmine was now hiding from me in the QVB shops. Perhaps, I spoke too much about my kids. But why was she following me and hiding behind a shop pillar?

My legs hurt and I sat down for a coffee. I hadn’t seen anything I really liked and was contemplating abandoning my shop because it was all too difficult. Everything was so expensive. Sure there is the GFC and the mid year SALES are on but they are not selling the stuff  I want at the price I want to pay.

“Can I join you”, a voice said. It was Jasmine. I nodded as I sipped my coffee, almost spilling it from the surprise. “Sure Jasmine, please do” I replied pointing to the other chair. I won’t go on about the conversation word for word but she apologised for being a B I T C H to me all those years ago in high school. She told me how she after the reunion spoke to her mother about the night and catching up with me. Her mother giving her a shellacking (thanks Obama for a cool word) for the way she treated me, her best friend at the time in year 10. Funny how mums remember things.

Jasmine thought about it more two years later she had her own baby. It was through the post natal depression & soul searching that her life is all so different now. A child does that to you but also she is was now not working those long hours. Being a barrister is not on the cards right now either. Instead she is working part-time as she loves being a wife and mum to her daughter. We exchanged phone numbers and I hope to catch up with her again soon. She has a whole wardrobe of party dresses I could should choose one for the work ball.

Hmmm, what comes around, goes around and I’ll get my dress in the end.

Any classic stories to tell about your own school reunion? Have your predictions of your classmates come to fruition? 

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