#1397 The hair can wait, but the help can’t

Today I attended a Parent Helpers Morning Tea at baby girl’s school.

I wrote some time ago that I got the invite to the tea and happily accepted. To be honest, I was feeling a bit shit this morning and actually contemplated pulling out.

On top of my hesitation, I had called my hairdresser this morning to cancel my upcoming appointment with them, since it clashed with me helping out baby girl at swimming.

Why was I going?

I was busy already.

What was the point?

What made me say yes in the first place?

I had these questions circling through my mind, but at the same time the thought of not going didn’t sit right with me either.

So I went… and oh man am I glad I did.

Firstly, I had a really great time. I caught up with other parents and baby girl’s teacher, and it was lovely to be in a slightly different social setting without our kids screaming “Mum look at me!” from the playground at pick-up.

Oh, my THE SPREAD. It was this insanely long table with all kinds of sandwiches, rolls and wraps, fruit and snacks and chocolate and cake and sweets and crackers and everything in between… it was amazing. The coffee and tea window was set up and moving quickly despite the long line, and all in all it was a really well organised morning tea.

But then the principal spoke, and thanked us… she pointed out and spoke about an elderly gentleman, telling us that despite his flailing health, he had been volunteering and helping kids at the school with their reading for 11 years now. I looked at the sombre-looking frail man hanging his head, wishing he would hold it up high. Tears gathered in my eyes and I willed myself to not be a sook by taking a big sip of my tea.

What a man.

Then there were two students who had made up poems for all the helpers. They read them out, and though they were simple, they were so, so sweet, and totally pulled at my heart-strings. I was standing there thinking “damn it, I’m not supposed to cry.”

And then I realised. I realised that all of us in there, all of the helpers really did deserve this special morning. We deserved the thanks. I was reminded of how only that morning I had cancelled my hair appointment as I had forgotten over a month ago when I booked it, that it clashed with the last swimming session baby girl had through the school.

Baby girl wanted me there at swimming, and I couldn’t let her down. I cancelled my pre-Christmas hair appointment instead.

But secretly, someone was looking out for me. Because when I called to cancel, the hairdresser was able to fit me in next week with her… at a better and more convenient time than the original one would have been anyway.

So, winning.

I made the morning tea. I gratefully accepted the thanks amongst so many more.

I cancelled the hair appointment and made that tiny sacrifice for baby girl…

And I was thanked.

These sacrifices we make, big or small, are all eventually noticed… if not by friends, family or your child’s school… then by the Universe. ♥

#1347 Birds at brekkie

After school drop off this morning, Hubbie and I made some new friends.

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As I enjoyed a delicious cherry pie with my coffee, a couple of cute someones popped on over…

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They wanted some leftovers.

Aren’t they cute? I positioned my plate closer to the edge just so the birds could grab it easier from their landing post on a nearby chair. And then as I was snapping away trying to get a good shot, I caught one of them, in mid flight…

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How cool is that? Well that’s one way to make new friends 😉

#1244 10am slow start

The grass is always greener.

We are always looking for that which we don’t have, looking behind us to what has happened, or looking too far in front of us to even appreciaite what is happening… TO US.

I was waking up in bed post 9:40am this morning. Unlike other mornings, there was no peep from baby girl in her room. She has been sick, and having been so tired from it all, has not been coming up to my bed in the mornings.

I tossed. I turned. I tried to wake up.

Come on wake up!

It was hard. I had grown accustomed to 1am bedtimes. The house goes to sleep, and I stay awake, doing stuff, writing, catching up on things that fill me with purpose and enrich my soul.

And then I wake late the next day.

Wake up! You need to get used to term 3 starting next week.

Ahh, the dreaded back-to-school start. I pondered. I thought. I wondered if the cat was meowing in the laundry yet. And then I moved my mind back to my place in bed.

It occurred to me… isn’t this what I dream of when baby girl IS at school? These sleep-ins, from late nights, leading to slow mornings and cruisy days? Wasn’t this what I longed for for weeks on end, and now I was feeling guilty, almost rushed because of it?

So what if the kids went back to school next week! This was my last Friday, alone in bed,, with the winds raging outside and the temps at an all-time low…

If there was any day I was allowed to stay in bed, it was then. NOW.

On a cold and wintery July’s day on the school holidays.

5-10 minutes passed, and I still got up. I made the bed and wandered on down to put on the heater.

But my perspective had changed. I wasn’t worried anymore. I wasn’t getting guilt what I should be doing.

Because I was just doing ME, and making myself happy.

Take it in.

Enjoy.

Things change.

 

 

 

#1213 Rhapsodic notes

My gratitude came to me pretty early this morning. It was while running to the car to take baby girl to school drop off that it happened.

In amongst starting the car, putting our bags in the boot, and strongly encouraging her to “close the door,” I then sat down in the driver’s seat with a huff, and suddenly heard the all-too familiar notes…

“Is this the real life

Or is it just fantasy

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality…”

What? As if it was planned for my entrance. I checked the station. Queen playing on commercial radio? A 6 minute song on breakfast FM?

It was.

I looked back at baby girl in shock. We were both thinking the same thing.

We had just sang a birthday version of this song for my sister on the weekend. We had created it and revised the words, and made it all about her. In fact, as I started to drive, baby girl decided to belt out our version…

(Instead of “Mama, ooh ooh ooh)

Aunty, we love you.”

Oh God, it was gorgeous. I drove to her school with the music blaring, original words interspersed with our own rhythmic creation.

“So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

Use your digital camera and leave me to smile!”

It was hilarious and put us on an immediate high for the day. Not only were we singing along to one of our favourite songs, but it was bringing back all the amazing memories of the weekend,

They even played the last words…

”Anyway the wind blows,” which is really

Happy birthday sister.”

GONG.

Best start to the day.

 

 

#1171 Lovely in the sun

I found myself a bit overwhelmed by life this morning. So much so that when baby girl had a fairly decent ‘moment,’ that seemingly appeared out of nowhere and had me wiping away her tears in front of her class, before walking away when she was settled and then wiping away my own… well let’s just say that problematic thoughts kind of took over.

I had so much to do, things were upsetting me, I was trying to stay in control… it was too much. I looked out to sea as I drove along the Esplanade, thinking how much I wanted to get out and stare at the water.

“Do it,” a voice whispered.

But I have so much to do… I told myself. And now I’m sad.

Still, I faltered. I pondered my options, as if I were hopping from one foot to the next, and when I got to the familiar clearing amongst trees and saw there were no cars approaching, I spontaneously turned in.

Grabbed my phone and keys. Left my bag in the car. Walked with my not-appropriate for gravel/sand boots over to the table and bench that was free.

Waiting for me.

And I sat, and I stared.

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It was post 9am and sunny in April, so people were taking advantage. They were out and about. I dared not turn as I heard runners crunching on the gravel behind me. To and fro they moved, some silent, some making quiet conversation to their partner, when suddenly…

“Morning!” A voice clearly directed at me startled my Bay-stare, and I turned quickly, compelled to answer immediately.

“Morning!” I replied. He smiled, this short, yet fit 50-something man, charging happily on his lonesome past me. “Lovely in the sun?!”

“Yep it sure is lovely,” I replied. I smiled as he walked off, grateful that someone had snapped me out of my listless watching.

Lovely in the sun… had it been a fact, or a question? A friendly greeting, or a check in to see if I was ok?

Yes it was lovely in the sun… the sun allowed light to bathe us and take us out of darkness, but sometimes that light failed to penetrate deep to our thoughts…

Thank God for words. Thank God for people.

#1161 The shimmering Moon

The general consensus amongst Melburnians today would be this:

The weather was amazing.

Stunning. Bright. Happy. Glorious. All the sunshine-y things.

It was a perfect Easter Saturday, and a wonderful way to continue this Easter long weekend.

But few people would have been privy to the other celestial show I witnessed earlier today.

I left the house for work at 6am. It was black as midnight. And yet instead of doing my usual hurried dash towards the car (boogie men, that’s why, and a certain cousin who likes to scare me shitless with horror videos) I stopped, and I stared.

And I took out my phone.

The moon was so full, so bright and so low, that it was casting a beautiful shimmering reflection on the water before me.

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It was magical. Like something you would read about in a book… but this was before my very eyes. My mind wasn’t making it up at all.

And I realised… if it weren’t for work, I wouldn’t have seen this spectacular lunar display.

Often, we find ourselves in places that we are meant to be in… but it’s whether we realise it or not that makes the difference.

 

 

#1158 Counting down the work days

You ever have those days, when you really don’t wanna go to work?

Ha! you say. EVERY TIME, DUH!

Seriously though… I don’t mind going to work. Sure getting up sooo early can be extremely difficult. The tip-toeing around the house, trying to leave without making any noise, driving for a minimum of an hour, only to then have to WALK 10-15 minutes from where I have parked, to my place of employment…

But after that, I get to breathe. Relax. Work at my own pace (to some extent). Have a coffee break with my colleagues. Catch up, on stuff.

Eat and drink in peace.

Have ADULT conversation.

Feel valuable and needed.

Feel confident in what I do…

Get my drift?

But still there are some days where I wake up and am all –

“UGH.”

“Ugh, I didn’t sleep enough.”

“Ugh I feel sick.”

“Ugh it was so hot last night.”

“Ugh I had a restless night.”

“Ugh baby girl is grinding her teeth again and I’ve just lost the last half hour of my night.”

Whether my reasons were one, two or 17 of the above, let’s just say I really struggled this morning when the alarm went off at 5am.

I lay in bed, thinking very hard, very seriously… wishing that I didn’t have to get up… looking over at Hubbie, and baby girl who had crept up between us only hours earlier…

Feeling a bit like this cat really.

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But then I got up.

The work countdown helped me get up. Because even though there is no official end date as yet, there is a rough, estimated date, and I can almost say with assurance that there is less than 2 months to go.

2 months. NOT EVEN.

So I lugged myself out of bed. Did the tip toeing. Did the quiet exit. Did the dark and long commute.

Walked through the warm Autumn air. Past the docked boats gently bobbing in the morning water…

And into the glaring red light.

The countdown is on. Soon I won’t be walking there, and I’ll be officially unemployed.

But I’ll be unemployed and sleeping in my warm bed at 5am, and as baby girl would say

“Na na na na boo boo.”

😉