Tips for reducing the morning stress.

1. Have all clothes ironed and ready the night before.
2. Put children’s clothes in a place where they can easily access themselves. We put our boys clothes over the same chair every day so when they go to get dressed everything is there.
3. Prepare notes the night before. We have a thin folder for communications between school and home
4. Have lunch boxes out ready to be packed. Depending on what foods you include, some can be prepared the night before.
5. Have an early bed time. Reduce stimulation well before bed time – have quiet music, relaxing baths, turn of TV, read aloud etc
6. Start early in the morning. Don’t leave everything until the last minute when you have to run around madly.
7. Have children do their ‘morning jobs’. Kids thrive on rhythm and routine. Depending on their age they may be able to do their own jobs such as making the bed, tidying their room etc.
8. Get yourself ready early. Get up before your children so you have a head start on the day.
9. Take the time to have a good breakfast.
10. Turn off the TV in the mornings. Time always go slower when the TV is off.

As you may remember I have taken it upon myself to single handed revive the lost art of ‘air pot’ use http://avisionsplendid.blogspot.com/2007/09/chaning-world-one-air-pot-at-time.html

I laughed recently when a girlfriend in Sydney told me that she is single handed reviving the art of giving tea towels ! Remember when people went on holidays they brought back tea towels and spoons as gifts for people ? She cracked me up ! We decided then and there that we are not reviving spoons, just the tea towels.

I can remember receiving tea towels for my ‘glory box’ when I was young. The tea towels were usually brown with pictures of kangaroos on them LOL !

When I was travelling out west earlier this year I picked up two gorgeous tea towels from Inverell in brown and pink that had Australian recipes on them. I gave one to another friend for her birthday with some other bits and pieces ( after telling her our revival story). I gave the other one to my friend from Sydney when she was visiting last week. She laughed so much ! She said she loves it!!!

A few days after giving the first tea towel away my friend turned up with one from England (where she’s from) saying she had brought this back with her and now she knew exactly who would appreciate it. Oh gee I laughed !

Do you remember the tea towel and spoon giving tradition ? It makes me laugh !

So, join the club, lets do a revival of the commemorative tea towel.

Today I am off to do the shopping. Not just any shopping, but my ‘extreme shopping’. Frequent readers will know that I take my grocery shopping pretty seriously! LOL http://avisionsplendid.blogspot.com/2007/08/extreme-shopping.html

The good thing about shopping today is that I won’t have the children with me, so there’s a dramatic saving straight away ! I will also go to ALDI which is about 40 minutes away. I go with a friend and we share the petrol cost. It’s also a nice day out to go to a place that has shops that we don’t normally see.

I am looking forward to getting my menu planning sorted out, my budget money up to date and re-stocking my stockpile. We let it run down over the summer because we were going to be away so much and I wasn’t working, so we used up much of our stores.

I am almost finished updating the sections in my planner http://avisionsplendid.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-planner.html For those of you that asked about it, I will update you on the inside workings of it once I have completed it.

Take this job and love it!
By Ami Thomas
Her alarm clock chimes before the sun rises. She’s not only up and at ‘em, she’s dressed to the nines in heels and a full face, wearing perfume. Her apron is starched and matches her outfit, and breakfast is on the table. Her husband and children come to the table dressed and pressed: they’ve been raised that way, and she’s done the ironing.
The year is not 1944, or even 1954…it’s 2004, and the modern retro housewife is keeping house like Grandma did. She’s starting early and staying up late. Her day begins just after daybreak, when she gets up and gets dressed. No sweats or boxer shorts and t-shirts for her, she’s wearing silk pajamas and pin curls. She bathes, dresses, combs out her hair and does her face. She’s a modern-day Donna Reed, and she doesn’t wear Donna Karan.
Home-Cooked Meals
When her family leaves for school and work, after a hot breakfast, the kitchen is cleaned, beds made, house straightened. If it’s Monday, it’s wash day, but whatever the day, you can bet her home is in order. The cupboards are never bare and dinner is ready when Father comes home in the evening. Meals are simple and nourishing. Breakfast and lunch are served in the kitchen, dinner is served in the dining room, and little boys tuck in their shirts before coming to the table.
Once a week, she gets her hair done and a manicure. If the budget is tight that week, she does it herself, but “going without” or cultivating “bedhead” is no more an option than wearing a jogging suit to the grocery store or going to the mailbox without lipstick.
She may be just an old-fashioned gal, or a semi-retired bombshell. She’s mastered the art of cleaning the cat box in a pencil skirt and stockings. She can sweep, mop and clean the toilet without chipping a nail or losing a bobby pin. These dames can keep house and keep the home fires burning. And really, what’s sexier than a woman who can cook and doesn’t mind cleaning up afterwards?
Taking Pride in Pleasing Others
These retrophiles and their mates are happily living in their own little time warps, raising their families the old-fashioned way, with good manners and knowledge of some basic social graces. Their children know who Alfred Hitchcock is and can sing Cole Porter tunes in the bath.
The little ones look up to Daniel Boone and Amelia Earhardt, and when they say the Pledge of Allegiance in the neighborhood grade school, they understand it and it means something. The kids wear plaid skirts and saddle shoes and turned-up dungarees with striped t-shirts and Beaver Cleaver caps. They say “ma’am” and “sir” and know which fork to use.
I know, it all sounds so nice, so perfect. Well, it is nice. Maybe it isn’t perfect for everyone, but for a few of us, it’s heaven. We were born too late. We live in that fabulous era of the mid-20th Century, when we’d just won The War and the whole country was overflowing with optimism about things to come. Good had triumphed over Evil, just as it should, and all was right with the world. The guys in White Hats would keep on winning and we’d all be safe from those guys in the Black Hats. It was as simple as that. The Golden Rule and the Ten Commandments. Baseball, hot dogs, and apple pie. What could be more wholesome?
The Retro Housewife’s Office
It just so happens that we don’t think all things referred to as “progress” really are moving us forward. And it isn’t just about the clothing that kids are wearing today (or, more accurately, not wearing these days). Looking at style trends is a good barometer for where we are as a society. When it just doesn’t matter to you how you look when you leave the house, it probably doesn’t matter to you how you do your job. It probably doesn’t matter to you how you drive or how you keep your lawn or anything else. If you can’t take pride in yourself, then what can you take pride in?
For the modern retro housewife, our lifestyle is a show of respect—respect for ourselves and others. Housewives dress each morning just as if they’re going to an outside job because keeping house and caring for their families is a job. It’s a serious job and we respect that work. We show that respect by not showing up for work wearing velour sweats and un-brushed hair. (And for the record, flip-flops are not shoes, just in case you’re on the fence about that one.)
Modern Conveniences
Sure, we take advantage of some modern conveniences: good dishwashers, advancements in vacuum cleaners, a good TV to watch those films noirs. A big refrigerator with water in the door definitely saves steps, and I can’t live without my garbage disposal. I also really like the coffee maker…but I have a percolator and I know how to use it. We have cell phones and pink princess phones. We have CD players and Victrolas. We have new cars and old cars. We have DVDs of our favorite classics, because we like to preserve what’s important to us.
Living this way every day is a real commitment. We have to mean it, because we are outnumbered exponentially and sometimes it feels like Us or Them, especially when we’re trying to teach our children some values and morals. You know, simple things, like buy pants that fit and no one else wants to see your underwear.
Going to the grocery store is better at the local market, not the big chains, since most of the customers are dressed like I am. Granted, most of them are in their dotage, but they don’t look at me like I’m wearing a costume. (It’s easier in a bigger city, too, when you’re likely to just be considered “eccentric”, and since I live in the same town as John Waters, I figure I’m OK.)
‘Granny Chic’?
If you’ve seen the August and September issues of Vogue magazine, you’ll know that I am at the height of couture fashion this season. “Granny Chic” as it’s called, is all the rage. (This outraged me and some of my friends at first, because all the “good stuff” we’ve loved all our lives is going to be outrageously priced and hard to find.)
Looking like I care what is going on at Fashion Week is anathema. I don’t want to be trendy. I don’t believe in trendy. The upside (my fellow retrophiles decided) is that in a few months, all those designer retro suits are going to be in the thrift stores and all over eBay. We can wait.
You know, the whole thing really comes down to how you want to live and what you want out of living. Frank Sinatra said, “You only live once, but if you live like me, once is enough.” We believe that, in theory, though most of us can’t live like the Chairman of the Board. Mostly, we try to live like we mean it, like it matters, not like we’re just killing time or getting through one thing and onto the next. Every day matters when you live simply and honestly and know what’s important to you. We look at our children and we’re proud of them. When we’re old, we can look back at our lives and be proud also—proud that we were modern retro housewives.

One of the things I love about the New Year is when you take some time to get on top of everything. You finally get to do the jobs that you have been putting off, you know the ones – where you just hang on until the end of the year passes and then you can finally breath out and start afresh.