A whole new world of pain
Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
290Trip End Nov 20, 2011
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About 2 minutes in Mum and I realise that we are entering a whole new world of pain. These 'girls' really mean business this time. Mum and I groan and limp and complain our way through the longest 20 minutes of my life. Elwood watches and makes mostly disparaging remarks whilst he eats his second bowl of cereal for the day. But we make it through it and we feel good, in an achy sort of way.
We limp into the kitchen and we get a bit of a family production line underway making ‘fruit rockets’
The others get ready and I make some Anzac biscuits, which Mum and Noah finish up.
Noah takes Woody and the fruit rockets to school and I get ready, and I am pretty sure I did something else which was important, but I cannot recall.
Mum and I then head down to preschool for their special Mother’s Day morning tea. It is the most gorgeous day and all the children and teachers are in the garden and everyone is chatting and playing happily. Mum and I are stoked to be there.
And the morning tea is revealed. Well Mum and my eyes almost pop out of our heads. This is not your regular, run of the mill, ‘bring a plate’ type fare. There are homemade crème brullees, for goodness sake, and little boys of yoghurts. There are homemade pastries and pikelets and millionaires slice. Mum, Woody and I completely go to town on the buffet? And why not? Yummo.
Mum and I head back home and Mum listens to some lectures and hand sews the cushion covers, I work on my article and Noah keeps on working. And this is how we remain for many hours, breaking only to throw toasted sandwiches at our mouths
Noah and I collect Woody from school. He has had a terrific day but he looks like a broken little boy – just shattered. We get home and he watches a little postman pat and I make him some dinner. He eats and we read and read some more until bath time.
I head out to Zumba where I shimmy and shake things until I am shattered from exercise (for the second time in 1 day) and I may well have sprained my right arm pit. Other than that – loved it. I feel fabulous when I am doing it and when the music stops my body goes on strike.
Back at home I manage to both wake and startle Woody so he cries and cries. So I sit with him and feel guilty until he is asleep again. Then Noah and I ‘cook dinner’ – well, beans and scrambled eggs. We eat dinner, and we chat, and then we scoff Anzac biscuits.
Noah gets back to work, and I blog and I am pretty sure the Mothership is asleep.
I have not got everything done I wanted to do today, nowhere near. I am yawning like crazy and fear I am not being terribly efficient. That can only mean one thing, it’s time for coffee.
Good night folks. x