Today has been a learning day as you will see if you read to the end.
After dropping my daughter off at soccer camp I went for my first run in six weeks. It was raining and I was in a crappy mood. My hip hurt and it was cold. I decided to scrap it and head home for a hot shower and a cup of tea.
As I sat with my tea, surfing Facebook, a boatload of posts popped up from friends on vacation in California, Arizona and Hawaii. I made some comments about being jealous and dreamt of August when I would fly to San Diego. It seems so far away.
Grabbing my gortex I head out to do the grocery shopping. It’s been a while so I need to do a major shop. The cart is full and as the checker finishes and tells me how much the total bill is I can’t help but gasp a little.
Leaving the grocery store I think about dinner. Should I make chicken or pasta? I hate having to decide what to make for dinner. Ugh why did I park so far away from the store.
A young man was sitting on the sidewalk as I headed down the street. A sign next to him asked for spare change so he could buy food. It was raining and he was soaking wet. Beside him a small backpack and blanket.
I sat in my car and thought…..I am an idiot.
I have a high energy child. There I said it. When I hear The Ramones song “I Want to be Sedated” I think of her.
Now I know that most kids have a lot of energy but I have to say that my kids seems to have been given an extra shot of whatever kids get. I have often wondered what her teachers do to keep her in her seat at school all day.
Do they know something I don’t?
And yes, you judgey moms, I do have her in a lot of activities. There’s a good reason for that. She needs them. And frankly, so do I.
Look, every kid is different. Some kids are okay with less activity. Some kids are okay with more activity. They are all different. That’s what makes them so great. Unique. Interesting.
So I’m going to keep letting her be as active as she likes. Well, within our budget that is.
The Best Thing in Life is knowing your own child and allowing them to be that child.
I feel like the money I spend at the produce market shouldn’t be included in my grocery budget.
I think of it more as a health care plan.
I mean really, I buy tons of great fresh fruits and vegetables….and amazing chocolate and really fancy pasta sauce and French cheeses and buttery cookies……
Okay so it’s a pretty expensive health care plan.
Dear Residents of Manitoba,
How the hell do you do it? And by “it” I mean, how do you survive winter after winter of snow and cold and brrrrrr?
This winter in Vancouver has been challenging for us West Coasters. We are, as you know, complete light weights when it comes to cold weather and snow. We don’t know how to drive in it and we don’t know how to deal with it.
You do it every year. Every year. How?
The past two or three months I have spent most days counting the hours until I could (without judgement) put on my fleece pjs and crawl under my feather duvet. Time not day dreaming about this is spent surfing the travel websites in search of a super deal to a beach vacation spot.
So, is it alcohol? A sun bed in your bathroom? On line shopping? Do you have heated underwear? What keeps you sane during those frigid months?
The forecast for the next three days in the Metro Vancouver area is snow. Sure, it will probably be less than three inches. But for us that’s the equivalent of three feet for you prairie dwellers.
The Best Thing in Life is that all my flannel pjs are clean and ready to go.
Is it odd to say that I’ve only just realized that I’m a grown up?
It’s not about my age. I know how old I am physically…..on the outside and on the inside. I may be fifty two but my body is still in it’s thirties. My physiotherapist has his own opinion on that subject but that’s his problem.
No, this has to do with my relatively new found ability to deal with pretty much any situation I may find myself in. The ability to be thrown into a scenario and not only respond but, dare I say, revel.
To rise to the occasion and not give a crap what anybody thinks of me outside of my ability.
To not care if I’m impressing or fitting in other than making sure that I’m getting the job done.
And to do all of this with a certain calmness that could only be a direct result of having to deal with some serious shit in the past twenty years.
Wow, it’s really true…..with age comes wisdom
“I have reached an age when, if someone tells me to wear socks, I don’t have to.” Albert Einstein