Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The weekend that was, was a rocky affair. And not just because the middle kid refused to sit down when the whole family went for a row, (in lots of circles), on the Yarra River at Studley Park on Sunday. In between that and the crafty Sew It Together-ing* on Saturday, there was much persuasion of the migration kind going on in my household.
On a positive note, it seems the Mr and I have made some healthy steps toward conflict resolution. Throw us in the same situation five years ago and things would have been a whole heck more stormy, feisty, rock-the-boat. As it was, there was a whole lot of ‘it’ll-be-wonderful’ (from the Mr) and a whole truck load of ‘Yeah, but...’ (from me).
The eldest of four, I was always going to be the one doing the ‘responsible’. Eldest-responsible was boring growing up, same as it is now. The Mr sees moving to the country and fresh air and space and workshops and the idyllic thing. I see changing schools and leaving a community and isolation and bush fires and expenses and second cars (and fresh air and space and workshops and studios and the idyllic thing) but actually, I'm just not really sure. I am aware that I often tread a fine line: doing the responsible versus forsaking the chutzpah.
A telling sign that my chutzpah is off on it’s own little world cruise, is that the camera did not come with me into the row boat. Which I regret. Sometimes you take a teensy risk and you get some fab pics of fun first-ever kid rows. Sometimes you take a much bigger risk and wonder WHAT THE HELL TOOK YOU SO LONG.
* I’m leaving the excellent Sew It Together reportage in the capable hands of others, except to admit that I probably managed a concerted thirty minutes crafting over the entire day. It was never that much about the craft, right? I did want to direct my hearty thanks to the SIT sponsors for those fabulous goodie bags and giveaways and to Sheridan for the supreme organisation and her own SHEER CHUTZPAH IN DREAMING THE WHOLE THING UP IN THE FIRST PLACE.