Saturday, August 20, 2011
Despite appearances, I have not spent the last week with my nose in a book, whipping up a pair of incredibly-hard-to-photograph armwarmers. The actuality, is that I have completed the last bit of a pair of armwarmers in fits and starts – sometimes while walking and without consulting a pattern enough. From the start, I have planned to hand-gesture emphatically while wearing them. No one shall notice mistakes for the blur.
A recommendation from a lady well qualified to know such stuff, the latest read is a veritable joy and is indulged nightly, while waiting for sleep. Covered in beautiful Orla Kiely, (I can’t help but judge such things), last night was not the first, when I wafted off wearing a small smile.
Things continue to be busy and not for the first time, I realise how important these snippets of my time and my space are. A row there, a page here and for a little while it’s ok that the work/life balance is a bit nutty.
Something else that has been glaringly obvious this week, are the pros and cons of the self-employed, work-from-home scenario. The two eldest are off at school but the Small is mostly always at home. I’m yet to perfect the art of negotiating deadlines with a client one minute, then seamlessly morphing into earthmother, snack-preparing, reading-to-the-four-year-old, the very next (and then back again). It’s hard to plan work efficiently and then ‘get’ that being the sort of Mum my kids need, is often not about anything efficient.
Yesterday, I read this post. Mrs Smith has the most excellent timing. Lately, with my head caught up in To Do lists and Who Does What When schedules, I have been forgetting to say yes. Even though instinctively I know I need to do just that, I’ve been thinking a lot of no.
Grown up and forty, I still write reminders on my hand (sigh)...
I glanced at said hand, when the Small asked me to stop cleaning and come outside and watch the diggers doing roadwork. While we were out there, we found some wild bluebells in our garden and I said Of course we can pick them for the kitchen table And since the presence of bluebells...
...indicates the presence of magical creatures, of course I would love to help hunt for a bog baby (or snail) or two...
Even in those few minutes, such a lot of good stuff came from thinking yes.
This morning, as another weekend dawns, there is a new YES! scrawled on my hand.