Happy feet

How do you know you've had a busy week - it's the little things. My magazines which I buy every week and always pick up from my local deli on a Monday night are still sitting on the lounge waiting to be read.

Oh and I forgot all about them until the deli owner reminded me on Wednesday night when I dropped in to pick up milk on my way home - now that never happens, that I forget that is.

Devil on my shoulder

The distance between the metaphoric A and B is often a very long arduous journey. The A point being when hubby tells me that something I'm doing is wrong and the B point being me accepting that he might be right. It happens on rare occasions - that he's right that is.

Along that journey there are many occasions when again, metaphorically speaking, that I want to stab him. I don't of course, only in my head - because that sentence would be too much on top of the marriage sentence I'm already serving.

The magic of dreaming

Not enough hours in my days so I'm writing my blog post in my lunch break - whatever works. Tonight I have to finish an assignment, it's nearly done but these days I have to squeeze every ounce out of my days and be time efficient.

In being so time efficient I ran out of the house without a vital object this morning and I feel like I'm missing my left arm - I left my mobile phone at home. How stupid is it that I feel lost without my phone.

The future's so bright

I'm a big believer in fate and the bigger picture because I know that everything happens for a reason.

All of the puzzle pieces of my life are falling into place but I'm still not sure what they all mean because the bigger picture is still too fuzzy to determine.

I am a mother first

It seems that Mothers Day has the ability to make me just a little nostalgic and also makes me reflect on just what sort of a mother I am. I'm a mother who would walk to the moon and back for my children, and a mother who would jump in front of a moving truck to save one of them.

At the same time I'm a mother who will not lay down and let my children walk all over her and who takes pride in helping her children grow in to responsible, loving and well-meaning young men who can stand on their own two feet and make a valuable contribution to this world.

What goes around, comes aound...

Today I did something so uncharacteristic for me and I'm still not even sure why I did it. It started like this - every day I walk the fifteen minutes from my workplace to the tram and during that walk I people watch.

I think it's the writer in me that feels the need to observe everyone and everything and also that imagines who they are and what their life must be like. In an un-creepy kind of way of course.