TEAM YEAH or team meh


Oh friends.

I am a tad nervous this morning. Huffy Puffy starts back today and the Trainer to the Reluctant just sent us a text message, telling us that she was “Looking forward to hearing about how we kept up our fitness over the holidays.”

I suspect the world’s shortest conversation will ensue.

Anyway, as I continue to worry about what the morning holds for me (thinking vomit bags and migraines) I thought I would revisit something I wrote a while back about my thoughts about February. And while I try to be positive and upbeat and eating green shit and cut back on the booze and silence my mind and be grateful and shit, I cannot deny that February Blues are a real thing.

Lately I have been thinking that I must have inadvertently got myself tangled up into a time machine type situation. Apparently it was just last month that I was spending long, hot days on the beach, free from the cares of the everyday and enjoying the joy that is January.

You know. That post-Christmas period where you can spend time congratulating yourself on getting through another year, on beating the beast that is the Festive Season, and look forward to Australia Day where there is a legitimate excuse to drink beer with lunch.

So you can imagine my horror when I discovered that it was February and I was already feeling… well, a bit over the whole thing.

It is almost like I was woken from the most wonderful dream by life throwing a cold bucket of guilt, commitments, obligations and other crap at me, and yelling…


But maybe it is not so sudden?

Marketing messages came to me via the television and radio a few weeks back.

Phrases like “Back to School Sale Time” and “Order your Crisco Christmas Hamper today before it is too late and you lose your house because you cannot pay your mortgage…” sprang up before I had taken the festering, stinky Christmas Tree down, and the cycle started all over again.

But what can I give up to continue to follow my January Bliss?

Thankfully, or not depending how you view these things, I work for myself.

For me, I am thankful. I can work from home, therefore my day is only ever punctuated by my evil angel that sits on my shoulder, willing me to go and switch on Ellen.

This is of course, counteracted by my nerdy subconscious. The nerdy subconscious also compelled me to purchase a Family Organizer that sits idle on my desk, and has proved to be useless apart from being the worlds’ most expensive doodle pad.

Yes, I work hard. Not that I advocate being a workaholic. In fact, workaholics irritate me and make the rest of us look bad. I always hated that look I would get from the workaholic when I left work back in my cubicle jockey days, not to mention the emails he would send from the office at 11.15pm. Just to let you and everyone else in the “team “ know that he was still at work and you were not.

Stuff that! I also hate the way corporates have hi-jacked the word “team.”

But getting back to the feeling of the overwhelming waves that are crash tackling me, I have had a good think about all the facets in my life and what I can chop out.

Valentines Day will not exist this year. Just another “job” I don’t need to do. On the Job? Blow Job? Not going to happen because I plan on watching the documentary on ABC about happy and fulfilling relationships.

Birthdays, but with 24 people in my immediate family, the hope that we all turn into Jehovah’s Witnesses by tomorrow are slim. I don’t know how I am going to get around that recurring issue.

Domestic Due Diligence – aka housework. Earmarked for an even more of a diminished commitment in 2018.

Tax Return can wait another year. Ditto 2016 and before that.

Grocery Gathering – I am aiming to invent a series of recipes that can be made around the leftover random Christmas Hamper contents received from thoughtless acquaintances. Choc Coated Caramelized Cashew Risotto will feature heavily on our menu for weeks to come.

Child-rearing responsibilities – Mandatory and non negotiable. But known for occasionally fluctuating in enthusiasm.

Combing through my responsibilities, as well as the late onset possibility of a summer nit infestation (negative PHEW) I found it harder and harder to come up with “stuff” that I could push to the side and ignore, without impacting those around me.

That is until I absent mindedly scratched a mozzie bite on my shin and had a light bulb moment.

I am not going to shave my legs until next January. Because it will be then that I will have all the time in the world to do it.

Which team are you on?



February meh pass the coffee press snooze










  • Heidi D

    February isn’t off to a great start. A 14 year old girl going into year 9 that knows everything already & is breathtakingly frustrated that everything isn’t happening exactly as she would like make for some crazy times. There are already some squares on my calendar that can’t fit any more in no matter how small I write. Can we rewind a bit please ?…… preferably to the week in the school holidays when my daughter was at camp & all was calm ?

    • Oh the hormonal ones are just delightful to deal with no? Solidarity sister xx

    • mrshanksy

      Oh Gawd – I have one of those!! But she’s going into Year 12 so should know better!! I thought she’d come out the other side from the Year 9 shenanigans – nope, completely oblivious that there are 4 other members of her family that have wants and needs and that live and breathe. Saves her best version of herself for her friends and their families, that all think she’s deevine whilst I just want to slap her (not really.. well maybe a little bit!)

  • Tracey

    I suspect that not having kids makes a big difference in your February mindset. To me it feels not much different to January, but sadly without a couple of public holidays.

    • Not long till Easter. (Not that I am counting!)

  • Yup…feeling it… Downloaded the briefs for some work articles, and they’re sitting minimised at the bottom of my screen, because MEH! I COULD, of course, work on the MUCH more interesting essay for a book project I’m involved with, but MEH. Something to do with not having been able to afford a holiday for three years, methinks… Having something to look forward to that makes the work feel more like worth the effort makes a huge difference. Have to find that. Somewhere. Or just keep surfing around Facebook…

  • I’d LOVE to have a MEH month but alas my workload has other ideas. Meanwhile, I am loving the serenity at home. I’m yet to learn how to skive off – but I will get there! #workaholic! xxxx

  • Kel

    I’m team yes do the things. Feb will look like this: almost finish the personal training certificate. complete work placement hours. get ready for my first powerlifting comp. see the fam. be with beloved. write. do the stuff. But no meditating or colouring in. I am nowhere near zen enough for either of those.

  • I’m team February LET’S DO THIS BITCHES SQUAT WALK DRINK WATER MEDITATE BOK CHOY SEX AND COLOUR IN A PICTURE ? I give myself January off because the whole ‘new year’ craziness is unrealistic. February is when school goes back and I am forced into a routine and can tackle everything other people try to do in January (and probably fail because hey it’s January).

  • mary_j_j

    Ha, I seem to be on Team February – Get All The Things Done! January was a time of recovery here between the daughter breaking a bone in her foot on day 5, and the husband being hospitalised on the 13th for a few days. She’s almost out of the moonboot and he is back on antibiotics. So, February sees me back at the gym, back on the diet, joining all sorts of groups including a Read a Book a Week group, which I am loving!! Oh, and a decluttering one. Aint going to make a minimalist out of me but I’m sure I can get rid of a fair bit of stuff around here and never miss it again!!
    Your family should do a birthday kringle with that many people in your immediate combined!! Draw it at the beginning of the year and you only have one person to worry about! Maybe there should be exceptions at certain ages but god that would simplify things I’d imagine!
    I am on Team I’ve Never Shaved my Legs – I reckon at nudging fifty I’m never going to bother either. Sometimes I look down at the blonde forest and wonder, but that’s where it begins and ends. Do it!!

  • I am definitely team – February meh pass the coffee press snooze…. having a six week old baby will do that to ya. Have managed many walks this week (organised around coffee of course) and am tired. My house isn’t as perfect as I like it and I don’t care.
    So hear you Mrs W!!