After suffering many years of abuse at the hands of her husband she finally found the courage to charge him with assault and leave him. What did the courts do? Find him guilty of beating her so badly he has permanently damaged the ligaments in her knee? Find him guilty of knocking out her teeth, or nearly breaking her arm? Nope – they told her to give him another chance, threw the case out and gave them a number for a counselor.
How many chances does she need to give him? He has been doing this to her for 8 years! Finally the poor woman has the courage and strength to leave him and what is everyone saying – oh shame poor him. Go back!
I am livid! All she wanted was some vindication from the courts, somebody to say that what he has been doing to her all this time was wrong. Somebody to say he was guilty. But no – SHE must give HIM another chance.
I am so proud of her for sticking with this, even when it feels that nobody is supporting her. His family and even some of her friends believe she should stay with him as he is her husband and that is a wife’s duty. At least her family is standing by her. My worry is now how bad is it going to be, it is as if he can do anything and get away with it.
So much for 16 Days of Activism Against Gender Violence!
It is crazy how excited I get about this! I am going sea swimming this afternoon. And it is not even “my” Friday. Mr OL has volunteered to watch Little OL and I get to go and play with the fish for a bit.
I have been pretty strict about what Little OL eats. She has never really had chocolate or sweets and even at her first birthday party when I had them in the party packs she was not given them. Wicked mommy I know.
She had her first cupcake a last weekend and a marshmallow a while back. Generally she only eats a bit and then wants fruit or raisins anyway.
On Tuesday night I decided to walk with her to the corner shop. She loves going for a walk and holding my hand and seeing all the dogs and birds and things in the street. I did not need anything but though I would buy her a Chomp. We walked there, I bought the chomp and we walked home. I let her carry the Chomp home, and it broke in two from being slightly manhandled. When we got home I gave her the smaller of the two pieces. I figured a little bit would not harm her – she is 21 months now.
OH MY GOOD GLORY!!!! That was at about 5:30pm. At 7 pm (standard bed time) I tried to get her to go to bed – it was going well, until she suddenly started bouncing – literally – on her bed. Saying “ump, ump mummy, ump, ump”. Translation – Jump, Jump! Normally she will moan a bit and then go down – or hand us her bottle say “ni, ni” wave and that is it. Not that night. She said Ni,ni. And then again and again. She would get up and run around her room, climb in her cupboard and laugh. If I went back in the room she would run and cuddle me and kiss. Mr OL came home and asked if she had had sugar or something? Uhhhh, oops. Yes. We eventually got her down at about 8:30!
At 1am she woke up again and repeated the above. She was laughing and wanting to play. She was kissing and cuddling and being generally very cute. But it was so not appreciated. 1 am is BED TIME. This carried on till after 4am. Yes, for 3 hours she was trying to bounce on her bed and on me. All she wanted to do was “ump, ump”. At 4 I sms’d my sister and told her I was not going to be able to meet her for a cycle and went and got a Little OL a bottle of milk. That worked (for a while) and she went to sleep. Waking again at 6:30 – with a very interesting hair style.
All I can say is that she is NEVER EVER having chocolate or sweets again – EVER! She only crashed at 3pm on Wednesday afternoon – 20hours after having the chocolate.
When I plan on going cycling at 4am I pack and prepare everything the night before. This day it did not get used!
Lord help me when she starts Day Care next year – at the moment I have total control
I don’t seem to be blogging that much at the moment (stating the obvious). I am not sure why, it just feels as if I don’t have all that much to say – or don’t know what to say. I am going to start with how my weekend went.
It started off great! My sister and I did a sea swim on Friday, the sea was rough (ish) but clear and awesome. For some reason I prefer it with swell and chop as opposed to flat? Yes, I know – not normal.
It all went a bit pear shaped training wise from that point in.
I was supposed to do a Masters and Ladies cycle race on the Saturday morning. My alarm was set for 4:45, however Little OL decided at 4:20 that she would wake up. After trying to get her back to sleep for the next 40 minutes I woke Mr OL to watch her. I needed to get to the start of the race – which I missed anyway!
My group starts before most of the other groups (yes, I am that slow), and I was late – only by a minute or so but still. On the way past one of my friends I jokingly said to her “I think I should give up now and go back to bed” I did not know how right I was….
After cycling for only 1.6kms I got a puncture. As I was busy changing it all the rest of the groups passed me. I changed the tire and cycled the whole 1.6km back to my car and went home. I am a firm believer that the universe looks after me. I maybe did not listen to the first 2 warnings that for some reason I should not be cycling that day, but by the time it came to warning 3 I was all ears.
The rest of my weekend was great – Little OL is just getting cuter and cuter!
I have been thinking a lot about the comments on my “Dream On!” post.
And you are all right:
I am pretty adventurous
It is never too late to start (or restart) doing stuff that makes me happy
Life does not end at 40
I should be living the life I want to live
So – THANK YOU! I needed that kick up the butt.
I also need to realise that while Little OL is little it is going to be harder, but she won’t be little forever and even when she is little it does not mean that I can’t get out there and do something for myself. Now I just need to plan for it a bit better. I also need to get Mr OL on board.
I must also stop being so critical of my life. I do actually love it! I am training again and it is awesome. Slow, but awesome! Did I mention that we saw zebra and a couple of giraffe on the cycle yesterday morning? (See I really need that camera… lol)
And lots of people would consider my Friday night sea swims pretty adventurous. We have seen dolphins, rays and even a shark.
I think what I am going to do is write a list of everything I could do next year. Narrow it down to one or two largish events (for the sanity of Mr OL) and maybe add a few smaller ones (for my sanity) then work hard at making them happen. And try to take photos! I mean they don’t really count unless there are photos – right.
First one on on the list is on the 22 January 2012 – I am dong the East London 70.3 Ironman. (it is ½ the distance of a full Ironman). I can’t wait although I am getting rather nervous. It is 11 weeks away.
When did you move your toddlers to a “big kid bed” or when do you plan on moving them?
When I put Little OL down at night she has a bottle lying on the bed and then I pick her up and move her to her cot. Lately however she screams blue murder when I pick her up. She tries to snuggle down into the bed and pillows but I have heard not to move to soon and to rather wait until they start climbing out of their cots? I am sure that she will be doing that in the next week or so.
At the moment the cot is great – if she wakes up in the middle of the night she usually cries out but because she can’t get out, rolls over and goes back to sleep. The problem with leaving her on the bed is that she will get up in the middle of the night and the bed is too high for her to climb back into. I am also worried that she falls of it. I don’t think she would roll off, but when she wants up she just walks to the end and I am worried that in the dark she won’t see the end and will just walk off? We tried it one night but I was so worried about her I ended up putting her in her cot in the middle of the night.
She will be 21 months this month? I was hoping to wait till closer to 2 but she seems to really want to sleep on the bed?
There is this camera that I desperately want! I go and enter their “daily giveaway” each and every day. I stalk their Facebook page, look at the videos posted on their web site and generally just dream about the camera convinced that one day I WILL own one!
However I am beginning to realise that it might not really be the camera that I am after. I have a sneaky suspicion that I am after the lifestyle that it portrays. Talk about powerful advertising!! Somewhere in my subconscious think I feel that if I own one of these cameras that I will instantly be transformed into a skydiving, snowboarding, waterskiing, mountain climbing adventurer. I will go to exotic places, try new exciting and adventurous things. I will go stand-up-paddle boarding in the bluest of water. I will go roaring down mountains on the purest of white powder. I will climb high and exciting mountains (with no fear of heights). I will be living the life I was sure I was meant to.
But for now I will just live vicariously through the photos and videos that others are posting, dreaming of the day when it will be me!
This of course has nothing to do with me turning 40 next year and wishing that maybe, just maybe I should have done more of that kind of stuff when I was younger (or at least filmed it when I did).
Yesterday I should have turned off my alarm, rolled over and gone straight back to sleep.
In the morning I went for a cycle with my sister. It was not good. I could not keep up, my heart rate was soaring and I started seeing black spots. I had to come home…. I think it is due to lack of sleep Little OL has not been well since Friday and so we have not been sleeping.
After work I thought I would go for a quick swim at the gym before my art class. I arrived and handed over my gym card to enter without really looking at it. I normally only have 1 card in my gym bag. The girl at reception looked at it and said to me “this is not going to work, you cannot enter with this card”… I looked – my Woolworths Reward card. Oops. Thankfully I did have the correct card with me.
A few minutes later I was back at reception, I could not find the entrance to the ladies changing rooms. They were doing renovations and I was lost! I was really thinking I should maybe just go home. Why is it that all my “most embarrassing moments” happen at the gym?
Thankfully the actual swim went off without a hitch. My art class was of course fine although I did nothing, well not exactly “nothing”. I ate dinner and had a glass of wine before heading home. Ah… bed! I managed to get about 2 hours of sleep before Little OL woke up and that was it for the rest of the night – off and on sleep. Not enough. I hope she gets better soon. The doc said 5 – 10 days. We are on day 8 – poor sausage.