A Budget​ Weekend in Auckland with Teenagers. Part 1.

A weekend city break is pretty easy with little children. There are parks and zoos and usually, a bouncy castle hiding somewhere between the sausage sizzle and the honey stall on the Saturday street market, but taking teenagers away to the city for the weekend – especially on a budget, can be a bit hit and miss.

No parent wants to go to all the effort -not to mention the costs involved in packing the family away for the weekend,  only to be faced with long faces and wails of “I’m bored” from the teenagers. Continue reading “A Budget​ Weekend in Auckland with Teenagers. Part 1.”

 One lifestyle change that will save you money immediately, when you emigrate to New Zealand with your kids! 

This is an inblogtweeny . A bit of information on how emigrating to New Zealand, has saved me approximately $500  per  year on one lifestyle change.

Shoes.

Incase you didn’t know, proper shoe wearing amongst New Zealand school children, is neither compulsory , nor fashionable. There are, it seems, three options when deciding which way to adorne your wee piglets trotters. 

A: Bare (a number 1 choice for a large percentage of the kiwi kids). 

B: Flip- Flops  ( when winter hits, they seem to make an appearance).


Or C: One up from flip-flops (but with a strap around the ankle .Not the model shown, but similar, worn by ‘them there high schoolers.’)

Whichever  your choice, the maximum you will pay is approximately $30 per pair. Already a bargain. I know. But wait…

There is another option . It’s the one that we chose. But remember people, we are homeschoolers, ( and therefore …weird) and this choice isn’t really, well …cool.

Crocs. 

I know. Gorgeous aren’t they ? 

Comfy as anything, easy to kick off, stylish in a ‘German backpacker ‘sort of way,  never wear out. Crocs.

 And I’m not talking the real ones, with the picture of the little crocodile on the strap here. No. (Poor Kids. )

We went , and continue to go for , the replicas that are about a third of the price,  and at the most, need replacing only three times a year. (And that’s being generous.)

My kids have played at piano recitals and have hiked mountains in these beauties, they really are the bomb.  

So…Living in New Zealand.

Cost on shoes per year = $90. 

Times two kids = $180. 

That’s about 45 pounds. Per Year.

Compared to the Clarkes shoes, which I was buying when we lived in England, which set me back approx 45 pounds per term . New shoes were always needed per term, (I’m sure Clarkes brush some leather shrinker onto their shoes .)

Living in England.

Cost on shoes per year = $360 

Times that   by 2 kids = $720 .

A whopping difference of $540 per year saving!

We have lived in New Zealand for nearly 8 years now, so I’m guessing, there should be about four thousand dollars around here somewhere…

Asking for help

Hello world.

Theres one thing I find hard and thats asking for help.

Asking for help from my 15 year old , Sonny , to help me set up this blog is even worser.

He has just whizzed through all the ‘customise your site’ thing at a million miles an hour, whilst singing the same tune maniacally over and over again ( at least it wasn’t Phantom of the Opera this time)  Clicking , clicking, dragging  and then..”remove”. Whhaaatt??

I was so good. Such a good Mummy . I said nothing. I have no idea , still, how to upload a photo, or to change the massive photo of me in the ‘about’ section.

“Why has everyone else got a little thumb nail picture Sonny? Why is mine like a giants ?”

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“Its fine”

Click, click, refresh, click, bang, Done.

“There you go . You can start writing now”

Exits back into his room to look at his new phone controlled lights (that his Dad, Brian, set up for him might I add)IMG_8622.JPG

So. Here I am then. At the end of the day , its just a blog isn’t it? Nobody is even listening . Yet. ( Im an optimist)

You don’t really need to know all about the complicated nerdy language, do you ? No. Even if I have paid for the premium thing ? No. Its fine.  Just write the blog. Ok. ( this is me talking to myself which I do constantly. Tell me you do too ??)

You know what Liz? You could have figured this out by yourself probably. And you wouldn’t have the giant picture of yourself .. But.. I wouldn’t have got my boys attention for eight minutes either.. and goes what? I forgot to tell you.. he gave me a kiss and said “tut tut ..have you been spending money on the internet again ?” and then smiled as he winked at me. And that was worth eight minutes of the same verse of “one call away” being sung in an absent minded high soprano , click, click, dragging, any day. img_7307