Women into Retirement
Nannie and Poppy day today went so quickly. As the little one Chloe was taken away by her daddy to go to see the Wiggles Concert we just had the 4 ½ year old to occupy.
A book about a bird that poos on the heads of animals and people was our first activity. Much raucous laughter whenever the word poo or poop was mentioned!
Even after I had read the book four times. Yes it was funny the first time…….but by this afternoon……..not so much!
So what to do with Maddy today – as it was a bit cool and overcast I decided to by a Groupon voucher and off we went to the Sunshine Coast Castle in Bli Bli. First thing we saw was old fashioned stock which we popped her head and hands in…….hmmm just for a few seconds……and she wanted out!
Up and down turrets – oh by the way, I must mention my weight bearing and exercise mostly comes from when I am minding the girls – in and out corridors until the finally hundreds of dolls! Hundreds. Excellent a castle visit with hundreds of dolls.
Ah.. I thought, this should occupy her for the morning. Well I think we managed about 6 minutes in the area of the dolls on display, then off to press all the buttons that lighted up the other great displays.
Poppy liked the electric train display area the best.
All in all 50 minutes in the castle, then 10 minutes in the shop where Maddy pointed out all the toys she would like to own.
At least it was an easy morning this morning just have the one child to care for.
The afternoon after singing Incy wincy Spider, Twinkle Twinkle and the bloody wheel of the bus that goes round and round and round and round……oh woops….getting a bit hysterical sounding there! – off we went to the playground to burn off some energy.
OUR arms mostly burn off energy as both girls could sit in a swing and be pushed for hours. Thankfully there after about 10 minutes of pushing and ‘higher Nannie, higher..”, some mum’s came and there children wanted of course a go.
With a fresh cold wind now blowing, we struggled with crying wriggly girls back into the car, with a promise of a jelly bean if they were good, finally silencing their screams.
They have now been picked up. Another Nannie and Poppy 5 start child care resort is closed and it is time for the glass of sherry for me and Bundy and Coke for him. Tomorrow is a new day.
Aged care – of elderly mum tomorrow, until later in the afternoon when it is time again to pick the girls up, this time from their child care centre and mind them through the ‘witching hour’.
One of the things you don’t think about when you retire, is how much less of everything you need. Now of course as baby boomers we are used to going without – well when we first married, we all made do with 2nd hand until we SAVED our money – I know it seems this younger generation skip the 2nd hand and saving part and just add to their credit card debt.
So OK, initially we did without, or 2nd hand until we saved, but then hey good times came, we led the way at breaking through the glass ceiling and when you do that, well you need the corporate wardrobe to go with it. I love shopping. Shopping Centres, big malls, strip shopping centres, boutiques, overseas markets and shops….until now.
As a corporate business woman and baby boomer, I was used to having disposable income and as such always in a position to update my wardrobe each season.
Retail therapy consisted of new clothes scarves, shoes, and jewellery. Yes, I did need two wardrobes – one for more casual wear and the other for functions, special event clothes.
Now, now longer employed in the corporate career world, I find that I no longer flick through the catalogues or even look at advts that pop up in my social media pages of beautiful outfits, tops, skirts, dresses oh and shoes!
For me now it seems my retail therapy consists of replacing undies and bras. Because they wear out!!!! Mind you he following is a conversation between hubby and me:
Me- to Hubby: Can you hang the washing out whilst I am out
Later as we were going to get fish and chips down at Mooloolaba Spit – hubby’s suggestion
Hubby: I noticed when I was hanging the washing out that you have gone up in size in undies.
Me: Looking at said hubby with a withering not happy Jan look…..and Thinking: What the F@$^…
Hubby interprets look…and says….ummmm I was just pointing out…I would make a great detective
Me: I don’t need to you to observe and point that out. Now just drive and I will pretend you never said anything.
Hmmmmmm ARGH!!!! Now where was I in this blog post!!!!!!
Although I have culled my wardrobe many many times, to reduce the no longer needed corporate clothes, (donated to a number of op shops), I am still left with lots of lovely clothes that will last for some time yet.
Unlike my undies. What is it with undies? They just don’t seem to last as long. Well maybe my extra bit of weight has stretched the elastic a little – but surely no….they just don’t seem to last. Oh well, at least I get to shop for something new! In latest patterns and colours. And none of the bikini sizes – wow, did I really fit into them, – but of course I buy the half brief hi leg – no not the full bloomer briefs and nor will I ever be!
OH….and the new bras? Well, my need to buy new bras, the bloody underwire breaks through and pushes and gouges into my skin under my armpits – nothing to do with my increased weight of boobs of course….just not like they used to make them!
I used to be photographed at many business events and always conscious and checking photos so that I would not be ‘seen’ wearing the same thing to the next function. Nowadays after a lovely woman tapped me on the shoulder in the supermarket and said “excuse me, but do you know you have little stickers on the back of your top”……yes the 4 year old grand daughter had managed unknowingly to me, to ‘decorate’ by top with a range of animal and flower stickers….and of course sometimes I look down and see that I have been ‘babied’ with smears of unwanted lunch or sticky hands.
So now, it is back to the wardrobe and as change of season is about to start, reviewing the clothes that I have and realising again, that whilst I might like some retail therapy, I really don’t need to go shopping! NOW I know and understand when you see ‘mature’ aged women shopping, out to lunch, organisation meetings, movies, etc…why they are all beautifully dressed – they are getting value out of their clothes. So if you see me in a lovely dressy outfit in the supermarket – you will understand I am trying to wear out some clothes so I have an excuse to buy something new. In the meantime I must be off, I have a hole in the side of one undie and a couple where – must be poor sewing – the sides have become unstitched, so I need some new ones.
Of course, I do realise that I am saving the planet and climate change, by just recycling my wardrobe and not buying new and feeling very virtuous. Hmmmm, who am I kidding! I miss Retail Therapy for clothes not just undies and bras! And for another day….the issue of the disposable income, and the outfit that you would suddenly appear wearing and to hubby’s question of is that new, one replied, oh this…..no, I’ve had this in the wardrobe for some time, you must have forgotten!