Homeward bound…

  
At the airport… Keen to see the chicks… Not keen to fall back into the routine…

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Hokitika to the Glaciers

17000 steps and 75 flights of stairs, according to the Fitbit on the teen’s arm. Add an unknown number of driven kilometres. That was yesterday’s adventure! Not a lot according to many, but enough of an adventure to make us sleep well 😉

Another hotel room to wake in… I feel like I should be writing a song rather than a recount…

Loving the adventure with the child. This will be our last before she is an adult, so our last for quite some time I imagine. She has one year of school left… Then her thoughts and focus will be firmly on her friendships… They already are for the most part…

So, yesterday was shopping for jade – these ones are my own favourite and a gift from the child 🙂

 I need to research it more… I want to know the beliefs associated with this stone…

Hokitika Gorge was first on the list. Driving in NZ, the thing that strikes me is the mountains. They’re like blobs of PlayDough dumped on the island. In Oz, our mountains tend to creep up on us and you find yourself within them without realising.   

  
The Gorge… The pics just don’t capture the colours. Brilliant turquoise water – the result of melted glacier, rock flour and something else… Pretty sure I know a geologist who will fill in that blank 😉 but the colours… Breathtaking! As simple and as cliched as that. 
   

And the swing bridge that has an odd restriction…
 Heavy people in NZ?!?
Next was the treetop walk. We have so many in Oz, but I’ve never been on one. So another tick on the bucket list 😉 

 A great experience if you’re into plants… And from what I read, if you’re into plants, NZ is certainly the place you want to be!!  

Then down to the glaciers finally!    

We didn’t book a helihike because we were told there are no guarantees. Wait until you are there and book it, because the weather can change quickly… Everything is booked out because it is the Christmas season!! 

So…. We hiked to Franz Josef. Within 250 metres of a glacier is NOT even remotely close to walking ON a glacier… Yet another reason to return… Or maybe I will add hiking on a glacier to my South America trip… Whenever that happens… No longer next year for the olympics!

She regretted the ‘inappropriate footwear’… 
  
 It looked amazing at the start of the trek…
     

Much less impressive from 250m away in summer…
  

Waterfalls…

  

Grey rivers… 

 

  
And rocks for the rock lover 😉    

   

But I loved the sound of walking on these  … the sound of carrying a box of china to a new house… 🙂

On to Queenstown today 🙂

I need to get off my lazy butt and make things happen…

Back to work… seriously considering my options…

I’ve been here before – too many times. Oddly, the same day each year :p

I need a career change. I actually need time off as well. Real time. Time at home without commitments hanging over my head. Time to relax and enjoy life. Don’t we all?

But today is the day I’m particularly annoyed with stay at home mums – especially the ones who whinge about their life. Any other time, I’m ok with it – because we all have the right to whinge and the grass always looks greener over the fence… But today, rational thought and understanding have taken leave.

I want to be able to stay at home. I want that option. The idea of being at home whilst the kids are at school seems incredibly blissful. I’d love to be able to help at their school. I’d love to actually be there for all their events – especially the first day of school. Hanging out with the other parents at the back of the assembly as they are told their new classes for the year. Chatting about friendships formed and ones yet to form. About the teacher, the classroom, the school grounds. Home for a while. Yes, there’s housework to do, but there’s housework to do when you work as well – that doesn’t diminish in the slightest. I would love that option – just for a little while even…

I would also love a career that didn’t follow me home. Hours of it. Each day. I haven’t prepared for this year. That is going to bite me rather viciously today… and over the next few weeks… perhaps all year….

But that is the thing. I don’t want to go. I seriously don’t. Really, really, really don’t…

I want the choice.

My time machine

I am not a fan of mornings. I’m better than my sister though… but still, I’m really not a fan. I’m particularly not a fan of being woken with demands.

This morning, my bedroom door opened and a voice floated through “Can we go to the beach?”….

Sigh… I am over the beach. I never thought those words would pass my lips. I am over breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. And Milo. And playgrounds. And school shopping. And kids’ movies. And birthday parties. And Luna Park. And whatever other activity arises that is purely directed at keeping kids entertained. Why can’t they, just once, sit! Just sit! And occupy themselves with the seven thousand toys and items they have here….

If I had my time machine? More than anything else in the world, I would choose a father for my kids that was involved. You know the ones. You see them on tv. Read about them in books. I’d choose one of those. Or I simply wouldn’t do it. Well, not four times at least…

Most days, single parenting doesn’t really bother me. It’s always been that way as he always played the favourite uncle rather than the active parent. He doesn’t think he should have to do the bad stuff – he rarely sees the kids after all. So, if I parented them correctly in the first place…. More sighing here….

But take away the purely selfish element that wouldn’t it be awesome if someone else fed them or took them somewhere – just once…. I’d do it for my kids themselves, because it completely and utterly sucks that they don’t have one of those active dads, who is around rather than choosing to be constantly absent….