#1492 Turn to simple things in times of stress

Seriously… this stuff can’t be written.

Though you could maybe imagine a great sci-fi book running along the lines of –

“mega virus spreads across the globe, sending people into a panic as more and more towns, cities and countries self-isolate, close borders, cancel all events and people go mad buying EVERYTHING in the shops.”

Yep, you could imagine that on a book’s blurb.

But not the toilet paper. No one could EVER have foreseen the toilet paper.

It truly does feel like a very weird dream. So unbelievably surreal.

I sway from ‘this can’t be happening,’ to ‘oh f*^$ I don’t want to use public transport tomorrow.’

Everyone and everything is coming to a halt. Forcibly. Never have I witnessed such a thing, and the unpredictability of the beast has us all scratching our heads, yelling out loud, or running around like chickens with their heads chopped off.

I was happy then, to try and make life normal today… if only a bit.

One of those things was being a parent helper at baby girl’s school. I know, I know. Even Hubbie was like – “wash your hands well after.”

It was something I promised long ago, and not being at work today, made me all the more available for the reader-helper task.

Baby girl was rapt. Soooo rapt. I wandered into her class at the end of the day and listened to first her, and a few other kids read to me.

It was so beautiful. The simplistic nature of the task, helping them sound things out, listening to the rhythm in their voice, and just being in the presence of such innocent and naïve natures, made me feel like slowing down, in the best way possible.

But they are so honest aren’t they. One boy who finished reading for me randomly said at the end “Mum said we have to be careful of coronavirus.”

Oh F*%&. Yeah, Mum’s right.

The best thing though, was having my girl read to me. She was beyond excited to have me in her class. And although I don’t know how much my other commitments will allow me to visit the classroom in future, baby girl, whether by coincidence or not, made her sentiments pretty clear through the book she chose to read to me today…

“Mummies are Amazing.”

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#1488 The porch evening break

It has been go-go-go lately.

So after the constant cooking-cleaning-tidying-preparing for the next day was STILL not done, I saw Hubbie sitting on the bench outside and decided…

F*&% it.

I would join him.

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And as tired/cranky/frustrated/achy and EVERYTHING that I was, there was something soothing about seeing a girl in a Unicorn dress, prance across the yard to the fading sunset…

#1476 Together again

I don’t think I realised just how much I missed them all, until I saw them all today.

I’m talking about my family… my WHOLE family.

Cousins, aunties, uncles, kids, people who aren’t my blood technically but who I still faithfully call “cousin.”

And making it sweeter, having my parents, and sis and bro-in-law in the mix.

Age, gender, cultural ethnicity… it’s all irrelevant. We all blend and merge seamlessly into one. I talk to my younger cousins as easily as I do with my uncles, or the 3 year-old birthday girl.

We are all in such different stages of life, and it makes catch-ups like tonight that much more interesting. Either someone is plowing through work, looking for work, or thinking of finishing up work. Some are raising young kids, others teens, while others still are free now that their brood are independent of them.

Some are retired, enjoying the good life in the garden.

Some holiday a couple times a year.

Some are dreaming of their next holiday (um, us? 😂)

We get along, but we also argue. We shit-stir, and we agree to disagree.

And although there’s so much separating our very specific and individual lives, there’s one major factor unifying us all.

And that’s family.

We were together for a kid’s birthday today. And not ‘kid’s birthday’ in the literal sense… although there was rainbow cake, pink balloons, dress-ups and a jumping castle…

But there was so much noise. Rowdiness. Gee we can be f$#&ing loud! Anyone passing by outside would be forgiven in thinking it was anything but a kid’s birthday party.

We are passionate, yet we still have our problems. Health problems, kid problems, work problems and just generally, LIFE problems.

We share all this to lighten our load, then we smile. Eat some cake and drink some wine.

Go home full in our bellies and our hearts.

Because we are family.

And gee, I missed them. ❤

 

 

 

 

#1471 ‘Guess Who?’ told her???

It’s after school pick-up, and baby girl and I are playing an impromptu Guess Who game.

I tell her that we’ll only play a couple rounds… so we play one game, and I win.

One down.

We start the second game. I am nearing the end, with far more of my people down, while she has loads left. I go easy on her, as she asks really specific questions that stall her progress, like “does your person have a headband?” when there is only ONE person with a headband! But also, I don’t avoid winning.

I ask a question and knock down a few more. I have 1 left. She is totally Megan. I have this in the bag.

But now it is her turn.

And she has LOADS left.

But then she asks… “is your person, Rebecca?”

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What the actual F*&%????

She had 18 people up, but still completely fluked the question and picked the right person.

Rebecca it was! She won!

I was flabbergasted, asking “how did you do that?” She said she just knew, and still in total shock, we went on to play another game.

I went first. I asked a question and she responded, before I knocked a couple people down.

Now it was her first shot of the third game.

“Is your person… Lisa?”

FUCK OFF. No special characters either.

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It IS Lisa!

How the $^%*$*$&#&(#()(???????

I couldn’t speak. I was actually staring at her, ‘like what is going on?’ I went to her side of the rug to see if she could see through my card somehow… nope. I look at her dead serious.

“How did you do that? Did someone whisper it to you? Or was it a feeling?”

“It was a feeling.”

I just can’t get over this. Someone is messing with me. Is someone messing with me? What is going on?

I ask her a series of specific questions. If she can tell the future I want the answers.

“Am I going to write a book?”

“Yes.”

(Hold on, I actually have written a book).

“Am I going to have my book in bookstores?”

“Yes.”

“What am I thinking now?”

She laughs. “I don’t know!”

We played two more games after that which I won… either her EXTREMELY lucky streak ran out, the ‘feelings’ stopped, or whoever or whatever was whispering in her ear ran off… either way… it made for a truly entertaining Guess Who session… I won’t be forgetting those games for a while.

#1400 Ninety-three thousand words before midnight

Right down to the wire.

I F^&*ING did it.

Okay well I didn’t actual ‘do it,’ yet… if I did I would be bathing in Moet.

Remember that for when I get published. 😉

But tonight, was the night. It was the night I let go of the reins of the horse that has been gallivanting around in my head, vibrating from my fingertips, and taking up creative space on my computer for the past roughly 7-8 years.

Tonight was the night we submitted our full manuscripts!!!!

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Oh my.  I actually thought I’d be more nervous, but getting to this point has been gradual, what with submitting 5000 words of our novels at each submission point.

Relief is an understatement.

I am so glad for it to be off my hands for the time being… and having a break from, well what else…

NOT having to write anything.

Oh man. Right on time for Christmas and ALL. Goodnight 🙂

#1331 Dinner time rules

“There’s some new rules for dinner time,” Hubbie said as we started to eat.

“Yes!” I cried a bit too enthusiastically, looking over at our squirming baby girl. “Tell her.”

I had no idea what it was but I had a feeling we were on the same page.

“There is no more leaving the table when we eat,” he started. “It’s a new game.”

“And,” I added spontaneously, “you lose points. We all start with 5 points. If you leave the table you lose a point. The one with the most points at the end wins.”

We also decided that the only reason to get up and not lose a point was a toilet break. But otherwise, even if you went to get tomato sauce or grab some more water…

BOW BOM.

Down 1 point.

Baby girl sat still for a while… until she decided her rules were better. Her rules meant that she started with a billion points.

🤨 Right.

We kept telling her she was wrong, and she kept telling us she was right. Soon though, Hubbie added the clause… that if she sat still long enough and finished her meal (she had now lost ALL her points) well the more she ate, the more she would regain, until she got to 5 points again.

She ate her meal and got her 5 points back… and then asked for an extra point.

And shock horror… Hubbie gave it to her. Meanwhile I was playing TOUGH.

“No fair!” I yelled. “I sat here the whole time without getting up and I didn’t get bonus points.”

Well the weasler that she is, she weasled more points out of him until she had 9 in total.

“Crap,” I told them as I left the room to clean up. ‘This thing is rigged. Clearly you know someone.”

Baby girl took great joy in making fun of me. And I stirred them up as I argued my case while smiling at the same time. I was in the laundry and she was mocking me, telling me how she had 9 points, while I shot back that she had left crumbs under her chair… so she should LOSE ALL her points!

“No!” she yelled back at me. “It’s Tato’s rules.”

I called her over. “Baby girl come here…” she walked over and I whispered something in her ear. She giggled and walked back into the kitchen, where she said “Tato, Mummy says your rules are shit.”

I roared with laughter. Man it felt good to have my child ague back for me, lol. And the only reason why I said it at all, and she got away with it, is she knows we would kill her for saying such a phrase out loud, in the outside world… but only in those few walls.

Only because Hubbie rigged the game.

Ahh, life. What funny family moment has had you cacking up with laughter?

#1300 The Patron send-off

How perfect that our send-off party for my old work (note the use of old, not current  – I am well-adjusted and dealing with it) we have the next-level type of coffee drink to see us off…

Patron.

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Of course. It makes perfect sense. Patron liqueur, a combination of both coffee and tequila…

Arriba!

It was always going to be coffee related. Always. How can it not be when me and my work friends are involved? (note the use of work friends, present tense, not ex work friends… that’s because we’re forever friends 😉👊)

Yet I didn’t know it was going to be coffee related… until the shot was put in front of me.

And I thought “I really shouldn’t have this.”

But then I said “fuck it.”

No asterixes either. Just all foul mouthed.

And then it made perfect sense.

Coffee. Of course. It was the perfect send-off for me and my friends.

It makes sense, even if I don’t… 😂