The Simpsons Are Not The Ideal Parenting Tool

Remember the episode of The Simpson's where Reverend Lovejoy's daughter, Jessica, comes home, steals the Collection Plate money and leaves Bart to take the blame?

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Ok, so if you're not an obsessive fan like me, this should still make sense.

Husbands Need To Feel Loved Too

Mr Bond is still working away with various contracts, in fact, it's been well over 12 months now. To say it has been tough is an understatement, for me and Skye obviously, but perhaps even more so for Mr Bond. 

It can be easy to forget that this is no picnic for him either. Sure, I am looking after Skye and all the General Household Boringness by myself, not to mention that pleasant period of morning sickness and first trimester fatigue that almost drive me batty, but I have one clear advantage over Mr Bond in this situation: 

I am dealing with all of this in the comfort of our home.

Things That Go Splash In The Night

Mr Bond has a rather unfortunate after-party trick that he brings out more often than anyone would like. After a big night out, he is likely to need to get up and use the toilet. Nothing out of the ordinary there, but apparently too much beer plays havoc with his internal GPS, which means that more often than not, he does not arrive at his intended destination. Instead, he makes use of outdoor pot plants, built-in wardrobes and on one particular occasion, our kitchen bin (which has since been replaced). The worst scenario is when this happens at someone else's (carpeted) house. After almost 12 years I have come to expect this and have developed a plan of attack to reduce the likelihood of awkward apologies the next morning. Sometimes though, my best laid plans fall short and when that happens I have to resort to vigilant surveillance. 


Like last weekend. 

The Honeymoon Is Over–TV In The Bedroom

I have long held the belief that having a TV in the bedroom signals the end of romance in a marriage. Since we are the masters of all thing romantic in this house (ahem) I have stuck by this belief for almost 12 years. When Mr Bond and I were both working long hours the only time we really had together through the week was spent watching TV together. Sure we didn’t always want to watch the same thing, but at the time we only had free-to-air channels, so options were limited and for me it was more important to at least be able to sit in the same room together, even if there was little conversation. Fortunately, Mr Bond had never seemed overly keen about the idea of a TV in the bedroom either.

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Thank You, For Loving Me At My Worst

Mr Bond does cop a pretty bad rap here at times (mostly deserved) and I often take him for granted, occasionally even being ungrateful for all that he does because I am too busy making fun or seeing faults. Just last week I was complaining about the fact that he had been coming home early (right after I had put Skye down for her nap) and interrupting my Me-Time that I had planned on using to write blog posts and catch up on some general computer faffing. The audacity of him wanting to be in his own home and spend time with his wife. This week I was reminded what a wonderful husband he really is.

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Busted–The Jig Is Up

Way back in April 2010 when I first started this blog I opted not to tell Mr Bond about it. I wasn’t sure if it was something I would enjoy doing or if I would have to time to make a real go of it and at the time, I really had no idea what was involved! It’s been a steep learning curve to say the least. The months went by, Mr Bond took a contract for work that had him living away from home all week and before I knew it, I had an established blog with a steady following, I had made many connections with other wonderful bloggers and readers, some of whom I consider to be close friends and even done a sponsored post. Things were going swimmingly but it had got to a point where I knew I would have to tell Mr Bond what all the computer/Facebook/Twitter/messaging was about, surely he had been wondering. My biggest concern was trying to figure out how to bring it up in the first place without looking like some crazy lady that shares every last detail of our lives with people she has never even met, and what the whole point of it was.

 

I Went To The Big Day Out And All I Got Was A Giant Flashing Phallus

This year Mr Bond and I celebrated Australia Day by going to our first ever Big Day Out. I have always wanted to go but for whatever reason (money, breastfeeding, sold out, bad lineups) never managed to get there before now. This year Soundgarden was one of the headline acts and keen to relive a bit of my angsty teenage grunginess I just had to be there. Excited would be an understatement.

5 Years Of Walking On Sunshine

Today Mr Bond and I are celebrating our 5th wedding Anniversary. Of all the songs I painstakingly choose to be played at our wedding, the only one I really remember is entering the Marquee to “Walking on Sunshine” and it still beings a smile to my face when I hear it. This year we will be celebrating long distance as he still has a couple more weeks before his job up north is completed which is not ideal but given the choice between him being home for our Anniversary and being home for Christmas with his family, it’s a no brainer. We have planned to go out to dinner on the weekend though and it will be great to go out and have a meal together all by ourselves for a change! I don’t talk a whole lot about Mr Bond specifically on this blog but I thought today was as good an excuse as any to share some of our wedding photos and maybe say a few nice things about him.

Right in this moment he was telling me my dress was ‘awesome’