It’s not a public holiday here. It is raining. It is cold. It is scary crazy kind of windy. It is gloomy. I started the day grumpy. Who wouldn’t?
This morning as I stacked the dishwater I sang I don’t like Mondays over and over in my head.
I had hoped to be in the Nation’s capital this past weekend, but people had said that they were coming to Perth. That this weekend was the only weekend they could come… and yet in the end they didn’t come and I didn’t get to go. When I think about it I get cross… well I did. I don’t know exactly what it was that I have done but I’ve let it go. Easily. Well, easily now. I’m a bit chuffed about that.
The day has progressed and I am no longer in the filthy mood I woke up in. There has been lots of sweet little moments, like a drive in the rain with the man I love, a visit to the warm and cosy library with my two smallest babes, watching DVDs from inside the tent we made with blankets, reading Spot books snuggled up with Ms. M on the couch, drinking hot chocolate with E. after we picked him up from school. The uneasy “it’s all too hard” poor me thoughts have been sent on their merry way, and I now sit my heart warm with love for my family. So lucky to have them to love, so blessed to be loved by them in return.