It’s 0322hrs and I’m awake. I’ve been falling asleep early these days. Unable to keep my head from falling on the pillow, my eyes heavy and ready for sleep. There is no daylight savings here. No extra hour at the end of the day, instead at five in the morning it is full light. The day has well and truly begun. Like roosters the children are often awake before then, somehow sensing that ‘crack of dawn’ moment despite the darkness of their bedroom. I’m a night owl. An anti morning kinda gal. The kind of person that hits the snooze button a zillion times and still has to be dragged from the bed, perched on a stool and fed strong coffee before shedding the cranky pants. It is unnatural, unheard of even, for me to be awake at this time of day of my own accord. I’m all out of sync. I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
The days are fleeting by. There has been more illness. My partner’s turn this time around. He created a ‘special’ childhood/family memory this week. I can hear the tale years from now already. “Remember the time when we were driving down the freeway at 100ks and Dada stuck his head out the window and vomited and how the vomit splashed back all over M’s window?” A truly gross and yet absolutely hilarious moment. Poor guy. Nothing worse than feeling crook in the guts – and probably not nice having your entire family laughing at you as you have your head stuck out he window like a large dog hurling up all the contents within. I’m thankful for it though. I haven’t had such a loud and raucous laugh in a while. The kind of laugh that just goes on and on and comes from somewhere very deep within. A laugh that tickles every fibre of your being. It felt good.
I’m struggling to keep track of what day it is. I missed Brown Owls last weekend because frankly on Sunday I didn’t realise it was Sunday! We almost missed watching E.’s school swimming lessons on Tuesday due to a comedy of errors – but we made it there in time… and the beaming smile on his face was totally worth it. The entire family was there to watch him – waving to him and giving him the big thumbs up whenever we caught his eye.
We were late to Ms. M’s ballet lesson because I missed the turn off and had to drive the long way around to back track. It was a rollercoaster of emotions for her. Stressed out in the car at the thought of being late, then elated when she thought she was actually the first person there (because she hadn’t realised that everyone else had gone into class) and then shy when we went in late and reluctant to then join in. She did though, eventually – after catching a chronic case of the sillies! I’m so proud of her. She certainly does follow the beat of her own drum. Every single other student wears a ballet leotard and pink tutu. M rocks up in whatever she is wearing on the day. Be it shorts, a skort – whatever. She has never once mentioned the fact that she looks different to everyone else. It doesn’t seem to be important to her. I asked her if she’d like me to sew her a ballet skirt and she said that would be nice. I told her we could go and pick some material together – but frankly there was no urgency coming from her and she hasn’t mentioned it since. I really like and admire that about her.
I’m off to work today. Its my regular day on Friday. I’ve been doing as much overtime as I can of late. The rotten luck with things breaking and falling apart continues. It was the pool pump’s turn to break this week. Children are growing and sprouting needing new shoes, new bathers, … it feels like the money is flying out of my purse.
Time to go hit the shower now I guess. Maybe since I’m up already I’ll head into work a bit earlier. Grab a coffee and watch the magical colours in the sky as the sun rises. Maybe. Or perhaps I’ll just stand in the shower and let the water rush over me – enjoying the peacefulness of the house and a moment to bath without three little people all crashing my party?
How have you been of late anyway? My blogtoberfest has been a total flop. I’ve not read your blog in sometime… I’ll catch up soon – I promise! But in the meantime – how ya been?