Letter #1

I decided to write my first letter for the handwriting challenge to someone who I have not seen in quite some time. It makes my heart heavy to know it has been so long, but due to distance and lack of money there has been no way for us to catch up in many, many months.

While, I never had a biological sister I was lucky enough to have two friends (one a cousin) who were close enough to be. Penning a letter to my beloved friend and sister felt awesome, liberating. It reminded me so much of all the times we spent writing to each other. If only we could have all the new awesomeness that came with growing up, while keeping all those times where you hang out with your girlfriends, watching movies and drinking LLB (Lemon, Lime and Bitters). How perfect would life be then?

I sent my three page letter on Wednesday and haven't heard that it's arrived yet, so I suppose it will get to her tomorrow, I really hope getting it will be as exciting for the recipient as sending it has been for me. I can't wait to hear that she has it.

I am so exhilarated me that I have already got a list of more than 6 people to write to, with more being added all the time. 

This week's letter will be to my other sister.

Find out more about this challenge here

The Answer

Have you ever heard the saying Playgroup will be the answer to all your problems? No? Neither have I, honestly, but I am sure it must be an actual saying since everyone seems to want to tell me that going to Playgroup will be wonderful and will, somehow, offer me everything I need.

Needless to say, I have been skeptical. Having worked in this area, I have yet to see this amazing, problem-solving magic. Maybe it's not the actual Playgroup that provides the answers, but a Playgroup Genie?

So, this morning, after yet another 'discussion' surrounding support/moving/playgroup/friends/blahblahblah with James last night, I decided to phone and enquire about one of the groups that runs every second Tuesday. May as well look for this Genie that's going to make everything so much better, right? I am informed that the group does run today (crap) and I am welcome to attend (double crap).

With half an hour before it started, I had enough time to get out the door, buy morning tea to take and get there on time. Did I want to go? No, not really. Still, even with masses of nervous butterflies fluttering about in my tummy I decided to just do it. I mean, there's a Genie at the end of this rainbow, right? And I do want what that Genie has to offer.

So, we head out the door. Both girls look cute as buttons, especially Kahlei in her new cow suit:

My first mistake was morning tea. I decided, since I was going to have to do a dash to the shop to do the complete opposite of the first morning tea I took to the last group I attended. To which I took cut up fruit, plain crackers and some cheese - things Ellie would normally be having for morning tea, but it didn't really go down well. So, this time I buy a cake and some donuts.

I walk into the pink tinged room, butterflies madly trying to fly out of my stomach now, and the first thing I see isn't the room full of immaculately dressed women staring at me but the counter full of lovely healthy snacks and not an ounce of sugar. I wouldn't be surprised if my groan was an audible one at that moment in time... I put down my sinful offering and turn to face what I had hoped would be friendly faces.

Let's just say they were curious faces. Not friendly, not quite hostile but most definitely thinking "What are you doing here?" I have never been so painfully aware of my comfortable tracksuit pants in my life. Seriously, what was I thinking? And no make up? For shame!

I swallow my fear apprehension and am introduced. Ellie happily finds a toy to play with and the fun begins. I am ushered into a seat by what can only be the Queen Bee and am quickly surrounded by her minions. Waving a hand in the direction of the child she just introduced as hers, Queen Bee begins to tell me about Johnny. I relax a little, because - let's face it, talking about my kids is something I can do.

Turns out Johnny is one gifted kid. He has the highest IQ of any child his mother has ever met. The minions cluck in agreement. Johnny is also one busy 2 year old boy. He attends swimming once a week - twice a week in warmer months - and secretly Queen Bee thinks she might just have an Ian Thorpe on her hands. He attends music lessons, only piano for now, does kinder-gym, goes to preschool one day a week and will soon be enrolling in an art class. I am listening to all this thinking I didn't even know you could do all this in our little area! and was caught off guard when Queen Bee turned her gaze from her son (who really was quite adorable) to me and asked innocently "What do your girls do?"

Um?

Suddenly, a few minions started to flit away. I suppose 'nothing' was the wrong answer. In my defense, I have wanted to take Ellie to swimming lessons but James doesn't think they're really helpful until later. I mean, Ellie plays at the playground and in the backyard (kinder-gym), shakes rice filled containers and beats on ice cream tubs and pots and pans as well as playing real instruments when we visit Grandpa (music lessons) and creates beautiful pictures with paints we have made ourselves (art classes). I didn't think she was missing out.

Queen Bee changes her tact and asks what I plan to do for Ellie's 2nd birthday (which is just over 3 months away!). I explain our decision to simply have my family come the weekend after and do something nice together before going home to have cake. I was practically mumbling the details (or lack-there-of) as I could feel every eye boring into me. Johnny had a pool party. I'm not even sure how a 2 year old has a pool party.

At this point my gorgeous little Moo Cow starts grizzling and I take the opportunity to RUN. I left with Ellie crying, but I bribed her with a donut, thinking 'Could I BE a worse Mum than I am at this very moment?' My poor children, living such sheltered and uneventful lives, having ho-hum birthday parties and occasionally eating sweets...

I was still feeling pretty crap after both girls had a nap. The Genie I had been looking for hadn't appeared to help me out, instead I was left feeling  judged, embarrassed and upset.

Luckily, my gorgeous girls know how to cheer their Mummy up. We went outside for Kahlei to have her first rusk (to stop her gnawing Daddy's finger off), Ellie had to have one, too (of course) and they were just too cute.



Look at that! The kid has no teeth but she sure did a good job!!

So, Playgroup B didn't give me the answers to my problems. I am thinking I could probably go through the whole alphabet and not find the support and friendship people think I should find at Playgroup. The thing is people who tell me I should go have either never been to one or went to one with friends from their church/school/club. To really fit in you have to be more of a local than I will ever be here. I remember one lovely old man who used to come into the NRMA frequently asking me how long I had been in town. When I replied he patted my hand and said "Only 50 more years and you'll be a local." I laughed.

I'm no longer laughing.