The Contingency Plan

Life has moved on so quickly since my last post.

Our finances have dramatically improved, we're selling our car, but have managed to find another gem around $20k cheaper than our current model, which works out perfectly.

Luc and I have also decided to move deeper into Sydney's suburban sprawl. We really want our own place so spending $630 a week on rent isn't logical. We've discovered a goldmine of larger homes out west (still in a lovely area) for half the amount, around a 30 minute drive from downtown (traffic permitting) and think it'll be good to be closer to my family for this time.

And on the subject of that lot, we all attended the wedding of a very close family friend on the weekend (Mum sat with the parents of the bride kinda close). Dad saw Hugo for the first time since he was a month old, Mum and I spoke for the first time since our last argument and in a spirit of amnesty I invited them both to a birthday party we're holding for Hugo on Sunday to mark his big number one. Gasp.

And despite it being a little uncomfortable, it was nice. We even took a photo together to mark the occasion/stand as proof. Dad got drunk very fast, stole alcohol from other people's tables, I broke it down with Hugo on the dancefloor, Natasha sang to everyone's delight, we all joined in when they did the 'White House' dance (the bride's family [that's the side we're close to] is South African, love dancing and it's a tradition everyone gets into), no one blinked an eyelid when Mum turned up looking smashingly hot in a sheer top with a midrift on underneath (that's just her) and we all cringed when the best man in his speech said that he hopes the only ins and outs and ups and downs the couple ever experience are between the sheets. The bride's father is a pastor and didn't laugh at the joke. Oops. My boys looked edible, Hugo was well behaved and I overheard a few new Mums there comment on how good I looked. Ego boost, check!

Anyhow I have a couple of busy days ahead as I continue working on a small project and organise Hugo's party, which should turn out to be very interesting my friends...

Sounds like you had a fantastic time at the wedding (drunken father notwithstanding). Good luck on your search for a new home, and Happy First Birthday to Hugo.

What is the "White House" dance?

Thanks Junebee :)

Dad's Scottish so the drunken behaviour isn't out of character. He's a happy drunk though so it wasn't too bad.

The White House dance was cute to watch. I'm not sure if it's something particular to their family, but from what I could see, people stand in two long rows and do a simple dance of a few steps and intertwine in some bits. It's like the nutbush with a particular song that sounds like it's from the 60s or 70s.