Sensory overload

The only runny nose that makes me smile

Warm, balmy spring days equal sensory overload. I'm overwhelmed by the beautiful scents and sounds of the season.

The days seem so much brighter after the gloomy, dark days of winter and the abundance of flowers in every colour of the rainbow make me smile.

It's one of my favourite times of the year and while my senses are being assaulted with the beauty of spring, my nose is also bemoaning the season. Hayfever and sinus problems are the curse of many (me included)

Can you grow out of it - because my hayfever is no longer the extremes that it used to be i.e watery eyes, uncontrollable sneezing and an overwhelming feeling of yech. Yet having said that, my sinuses still get blocked and make me feel thick headed.

Driving home tonight I experienced one of those fleeting bubbles of pleasure that you experience where everything seems right in your world. I'd had a reasonable day at work - that happens when you keep head down, bum up and mouth shut. I need to learn to do more of that. Everything with my children at this moment in time is calm (I live for and relish these small moments when they occur)

I've given up hoping for peace and quiet and calm on a regular basis. Living and working with volatile, opinionated and passionate people just makes it an impossible dream. So short of hiding myself away from people and living the life of a hermit and boy that thought is occasionally appealing, I just need to learn to go with it and not fight it so hard.

So I live for those quite moments of joy and bliss when everything is right in my world and it was exactly that, as I drove home tonight in bright spring sunshine (I do love daylight savings) with flowers everywhere I looked. I arrived home to a cooked dinner of ravioli - yay for a hubby who can cook - and a family who were happy and not arguing. I think the male species often argue just for the sake of arguing.

Now all I need tonight is the hope that it will be a better night for sleeping in my bed made for a queen. Maybe I need to act more like a queen and then I will sleep more like one. Time to go and eat my ravioli.

Cheers, Fi