Sunday, August 14, 2011

One of THOSE Weekends

You know the ones? The kind with the underlying vibe of scratchy? The flare ups of irritation, the descents into grump? With the possible exception of the dog, (who needs a fur-cut, so reading any doggy expression is difficult), we have all been a bunch of BLAH. Work stuff, out-of-the-zone parenting, siblings with one weekend objective: W.A.R.

Sunday afternoon and enough was enough. Everyone skulked into the car and sulked all the way to the beach.

Time to turn things on their head.



Thank ye Weather Gods for wind and sun and cool around the edges. Conditions: perfect – for the blowing away of cobwebs and rowdy, crazed, BREATHING OUT.

The two war veterans wrestled for a good, solid, twenty minutes...



giggling, yelling, roaring,



...right up to the nineteen and a half minute mark and there was a duet of inevitable tears and conniptions. (Nineteen and a half minutes of GOLD).

The Small raced off to find her inner runner, all knobbly knees and back to front t-shirt.



The Mr and I took turns with ball hurling for Esme the Dog, (who not only needs a fur-cut but appears to be developing the art of beach camouflage).



The war-weary Middle took to dolphin-watching over the bay, (cos you just never know your luck).



I took the eldest flying.



A thrillseeker activity in itself: lying on ones back, kid with legs outstretched, (mostly) balanced on ones feet, camera-yikes!-aimed...



After a while, I tried for a spot of literary peace and quiet. Did I tell you? Cripes, I think I forgot. I’m not about the ‘craft’ anymore. Thanks to your well-read suggestions, now I’m all about the ‘word’.



That Maggie O’Farrell woman has been keeping me up til the wee small hours. No more: Just one more row! it’s all: Just one more page! (I gave up on that ridiculous simultaneous knit/read business).

Driving and half way home, the first niggle niggled. By the time the key was in the front door, it was all back to HOLY MOLY GET ME THE HECK OUTTA HERE. Tonight, tucking three kids into bed, it was all about the apology and this Mama taking three deep breaths and reminding the three precious horrors that tomorrow is a Whole New Day.

While I’m waiting for tomorrow, I’m only thinkin’ the good stuff, the beach. While I’m thinkin’ beach, I might see how a little craft therapy fits into the end of my Sunday. ’Cos, actually, I hope I’ll always be about the craft.

Craft with a healthy dose of Maggie O’Farrell.

38 comments:

Magic Bean said...

Know THOSE weekends quite well. Am off to investigate Maggie O'Farrell now, I too am in need of a good read. And just remember Scarlet's words... 'Tomorrow's another day.'
Ax

Jo said...

I hear you Tania! Similar thing going on here. Too much yelling, sibling squabbles and general grumpiness. Time for this mama to take deep breaths and count her blessings as the new week begins, methinks! Wishing you a smooth week.

Nikki said...

Wishing you lots of "inner beach" moments this week....
b r e a t h e .......

Astrid said...

Wow, all of your children seem to defy gravity on a regular basis! How lovely to escape to the beach.

june at noon said...

I only have two precious horrors, but my have they been horrors this week. Escaping to the beach sounds lovely!

Annie said...

Just found you! Lovely post :D I remember those days well, but my littlies are all bigs now so they're well behind me, which is good and bad. Oh and I think I'm in love with Esme, bouffant do and all :D

Michelle said...

So glad you are enjoying Maggie o'Farrell. I adore her, and the Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox is one of my favourites.

Creative Mom said...

I hate those weekends we've had a few lately!
Your Esme looks exactly like our dog Buddy when he's all grown out. It's my favorite time to give him a full body mohawk :) Love the photos of your sunny beach trip at least you had 19 1/2 mins that did not involve the tv.

Green Mama said...

You've turned a bleuch weekend into a beautiful post. A couple of months ago in the middle of the afternoon I was walking along Beach Road with my cherubs in the stroller, both asleep, and I saw a pod of dolphins in the bay, with no-one to babble to. I sat and watched them for a good 15 minutes before they disappeared. I'm feeling a little feral myself this morning so may have to hit the beach too.

1000 Homes of Happiness said...

I adore the beach for this...a lovely reminded to leave it all behind. Love your doggie, looks very much like our ball of fur right now.

xox

Naturally Carol said...

Hi Tania..love those flying images..I used to do that with my kids too! They're all a bit big and I'm a bit creaky now..enjoy it while it lasts. Isn't the beach great for letting it all hang loose familywise?

JoeyNomad said...

The beach fixes everything - at least for an hour or two! I think everyone has the end of winter grump, it will pass soon! Went for a walk at same beachy area and felt supremely blessed for being so close to the beautiful beach, then got home and felt grumpy again about being a heavy achy whale - so just like your kids really :)

**Anne** said...

Goodness, I think we all must be feeling twitchy. I know I am and can totally relate to your weekend. Maybe we have cabin fever, have the need to get out in the sunshine, if I can find any in Melbourne! Glad you found some for a few hours.
Have a peaceful week,
Anne xx

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Nothing cures scratchiness better than dashing about the beach ....

clare's craftroom said...

Wishing you peace and craft and reading this week , all the best from Clare The Buddha xxx.

Trace said...

is Maggie really good? I have never been sure whether to give her a go. Esme is a gorgeous dog - is she a poodle-y mix?

Katrina Higham said...

It is all about heading towards Spring and Summer now....the grumpiness is all around at the moment because we are all sick of winter! :)

mel @ loved said...

Your posts always make me feel normal, thank you!

Kylie said...

What wonderful remedies you come up with Mrs! Looks like a great day. I've seen this tome at the bookshops and it has caught my eye a couple of times... will have to listen next time ;) I'm currently obsessed with Japanese writer Haruki Murakami and making my way through his oeuvre. Might use Maggie to ease my way back to western thinking! :) Great post. Kx

ecoMILF said...

The beach does have a certain magic about it. Your eldest sure is brave wearing a swimsuit in winter! Of course when you're that age you just don't feel the cold like we elderly folk do. xo m.

teddybearswednesday said...

Hope today has proved indeed to be a whole new day.
And I'll say it again, I don't know how you do it.
Not having any precious horrors myself, only 8 hours of 25 precious horrors per week, so I can feel nothing but sympathy ( because I get to go home, alone at the end of the day)
xo

Tas said...

The worse days are those grump days when you don't get those 19 and 1/2 minnutes of gold thrown in. So you find yourself breathing the "tomorrow is a new day" mantra without those precious happy moments to hang onto.

I am glad that you all got the respite. My bedside book table is ever growing but it is still "just one more row" for me so I need to take a page out of your book ;)

Scented Sweetpeas said...

Oh yes, those days, aren't they long long days! We had one yesterday and then eldest son topped it off with breaking his wrist, fun times NOT. Love the fact your dog is called Esme, my little girl is called that :-) Hope today is a relaxed day for you. x

Andi said...

You know, it's the giggles, the upside-downs and the tuck-ins that they'll remember and treasure always.
xx

Stomper Girl said...

I haven't balanced the kids on my feet for yonks. Thanks for the reminder, I'll be trying that soon.

A Peppermint Penguin said...

the loneliness of the long distance runner.

even it the GOLD didn't last, it makes for some fabulous photos. Esme is clearly an old sea dog ;-)

Hope you have a less scratchy week.

silverpebble said...

Everyone in this post, including the dog and Maggie O'Farrell seems to have the same hair as me. I like that.

tea with lucy said...

what is it with the backwards t-shirts? my girl (of the same vintage) is always doing the same. . .

Fer said...

August is usually the most difficult month to remain inspired, looks like the beach was the perfect antidote. Just what you need until spring arrives!

yardage girl said...

OK - I bought the book yesterday at the airport and now I'm addicted!! Off to bed early (like now!) to read - it's one of life's pleasures to really enjoy a book. Thanks for the tip!

sophie said...

It's the best therapy isn't it - we need that too, space to run, yell, think etc! Beautiful photos!

cityhippyfarmgirl said...

The beach always seems to clear away cobwebs.
Maybe that's what my own precious horrors need this week...

Duyvken said...

delightful! love those pics. And thanks for the reading tip, I love recommendations.

floatingink said...

We long ago learned that even a short beach trip is a sure fire cure for this kind of weekend. What do people do who live inland?

Susie said...

Thank you for taking us along for the ride. My friend's daughter passed away a couple of days ago. It has reminded me to keep taking the deep breaths and keep counting the blessings, because I can imagine nothing worse than that kind of loss.

jo so and sew said...

I walked up to those same bathing boxes on Saturday... What's with Maggie O'Farrell?

Maxabella said...

"Scratchy" is the perfect word for it. And getting outside in the fresh air ALWAYS cures scratchy!! x

Sandrine said...

nice!!!There is something special about salty air I believe :) xx