Daily Snippets
Champagne in the post, a joke between friends. Laughing that I instinctively placed it in the fridge, expectantly, awaiting a reason to celebrate.
Rediscovering tea made in the pot, served in bone china cups. In family wedding china, no less. Bringing the precious into the everyday, making memories in the forgettable parts of daily life. Making a habit out of setting a tray and carrying it through to the playroom. The tray is distinct, a present from my Mum. I resolve to buy the accompanying china. Must start with the milk jug; currently the yoghurt pot full of milk is letting down the ensemble. Savouring the care and indulgence of tea like this, so much better than clutching a luke-warm mug.
Highly-strung boys. Unsure how best to accommodate their tiredness. Thinking a few days away would be nice. Pondering the possibilities for Dada’s week of leave that must be used up.
Invoices to be sent! Laughing at my lazy-ass ways about that, marvelling that I have income to claim for the month, that exceeds the hopeful budget we’d aim for, if I was making an effort.
Need to make an effort. Work to be followed up. Half-heartedness; energised by the realisation that I can earn a crust like this, but conscious that I have not a single formal hour of the week in which I am not responsible for the care and wellbeing of a little person. Stuck a little between a rock and a hard place. Suspect the best thing to do is keep moving, keep up the momentum, tackle the time challenge as and when they hit.
Throwing an egg at my husband in a public place. Being applauded. Laughing, embarrassed afterwards, and having to reassure little souls who don’t see much egg-throwing between their parents. Explaining that throwing eggs can sometimes be a way of showing affection. Anticipating trouble to follow. Promising an egg fight in the garden in the summer.
Making lists of intentions. Chimney sweep. Dentist. New fire grate. Storage solutions. War on plastic junk. Paint. Decent gloves all round.
Knuckling down to an evening of work, by candle-light, tea tray to hand, of course.
