Weekend Gratitudes

Hello. More gratefulness coming at ya:

  1. I posted on FB today that I was going to the local play place and did anyone want to join? I got a text from a buddy nearby just as we were leaving and her and her son came over to ours and played all day! The kids loved it. The mummies loved it. We had coffee, and had lunch, then got covered in mud at the park and had wine and spent all day chatting about nothing that I can remember and it just felt so NORMAL. Maybe I’m the only one, but life seems so conveyer belt-like at times (work, kids, facebook check, homework, second career, facebook check, tweet, kids, kids activities, scheduled sex, wiping toddler poop butts) that idle days laughing and talking with friends are pretty rare. I expect some people spend every weekend hanging out in a haze of mummy friends, but to me it felt luxurious.
  2. I’ve been watching with a kind of sad caution recently as my eight-year-old turns from child to tween before my very eyes. It’s cool but also (like every parent on the planet) I wonder where the time went, and most of all I wonder if I spent it in the right way. Again, like most parents I work full-time and I often feel like I missed a good chunk of my eldest’s childhood. I’ve been off and on glum recently that I’ve missed it. It’s gone. And I was too busy working for the man to really dive in appreciate it. However, today at the play place filled with toddlers and train sets and stickle bricks and princess costumes he played like a toddler too. Except minus the black tantrums he used to throw when he was three. All in all, it’s all good. He’s still a little boy. Even though he’s a big little boy.
  3. I got a message from my sister today that my Dad had ‘rushed on a hunt for the paper’ when he heard I was in it. I’m not talking about the NY Times here, I’m talking about our dinky little 12k circulation home town paper that I did an interview with last week. My parents aren’t the type to stand at the forefront of everything I do with a couple of poms poms shouting “Ra Ra Yes You Are… Awesome” or anything, but on the balance of things, they are more or less supportive of all the stuff I get up to. And that’s kind of cool. I thought parents being supportive was just a given growing up, but now I see that a lot of people don’t get that from their folks. I’m lucky.
  4. My eldest has ADHD. Some days it’s all very very hard, but today wasn’t bad at all. I take days like today and put them in my pocket, so I can take a nibble on them later when the going gets rough and he’s back to tearing the shower curtain off its rail.
  5. The pizza guy rang the door bell this evening and the explosion of activity that went off in the house at the sound of the doorbell actually seemed hilarious instead of highly stressful like normal. The dog yapping,  eldest child yapping too, the youngest screaming “POLICE!”. Instead of alarmed, I could see it how the pizza guy must see it and I was mildly amused.
  6. The dude is putting BOTH kids to bed tonight so I can go out. It’s a b’day party with a group of people I don’t know that well and it may or may not be fun, but out is out. For a 40-year-old mum of two a night, out at a wine bar with a group of other semi-known mums is the equivalent of a 24-year-old’s week in Vegas.
  7. So I went out. Yay. And it was fun. Socializing doesn’t always come smoothly for me so there ups and there were downs. I get paranoid hours afterward that I said stupid things. But minus the paranoia and the sticky social parts, I had a good time. And I think I’ve got a little group of mommy friends brewing up in my town. Yay me!
  8. At the party I talked to a woman who’s studying to be a hypnotist. She said she needs to do 200 free hours as part of her training and I put my hand right up for that one. Hypnosis is not all watching a pendulum and pretending to be  chicken, it’s basically about teaching you how to relax and get out of the way of yourself so you can get on with the life you’re supposed to be living. That’s something I’m working on right now so this opportunity comes at a super duper time.
  9. As I was walking to the bar where the party was, inside someone’s window I saw a child playing on an old-fashioned rocking horse. Writing this out now, this all starts to sound like the beginning of a slasher movie but in the moment it was very sweet. I suddenly remembered a rocking horse from my childhood. The motion when sitting on it. The bushy tail, the pale dappled skin, the red corduroy reins. Pretty cool.
  10. Last gratitude for the day – it’s now Sunday morning and the kids are playing quietly (for once.) I woke up putting the intentions out there for a peaceful day with the kids so maybe I’ll get it.

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