Those forgettable days

You know those days when everything goes wrong. When you wake up and have to fight back the sinking feeling that its going to be a bad one, to fight the negative emotions and the strongest wish for it to be over already.....

Yesterday I woke around 5am with the dreaded feeling of a bad day ahead. I've always loathed the time changes for day light savings as I'm a bad sleeper. I loved living in Cairns for those two blissful years of no winding clocks back and forward and having sleep-confused babies and a cranky body clock!  After my big weekend in melbourne I knew I'd take a while to recover from the walking and talking and shopping and bag carrying but I'm never prepared for how horrible the recovery is.  The day after a huge event I usually feel hungover and sore but there is still that lingering adrenalin to keep me from despairing and feeling the all consuming malaise that inevitably lands upon me the next day an lingers for two or often three days.

So the forgettable day began and always one to make the best of things, I kept our play date with my gorgeous friend Neesha and her adorable children because we rarely see eachother and threw a cake in the oven for the occasion. FAIL! My gluten free banana cake was a miserable fail and the usual success I achieve from throwing in a bit of this and that and changing a recipe to suit my mood let me down, thanks very much!

Feeling nauseous and puffy eyed we welcomed our friends and for a while they took my mind off my sleep-deprived malaise and this gorgeous 'tea time' print, a house warming gift from Neesh warmed my heart and continues to cheer me.

(photo from Etsy, I haven't taken one of mine yet)

I blundered through the afternoon in a mostly horizontal manner until Harper went upstairs on the balcony and got her knee stuck in between the balustrade slats and it was stubbornly and painfully wedged there for half an hour! I called Blake who rushed home from his worksite twenty minutes away and just as he arrived, Sarah and Amelie popped in and saved the day in Sarah's calm can-do manner which was wonderful but made me feel even more useless and annoyed that Blake now had to work late to make up time. Aaarh.

Today I've slept better but the aches and pains are worse, the girls both have colds and I'm frustrated that another day is all but written off. Wow this is just one big whinge isn't it!? Please forgive me, I just feel like writing it all down.

My lovely hot soothing bath this morning got gate crashed by two little nude bodies who were clamouring for a dip in mummy's big bath. I'd started to listen to the first and latest podcast in the new series on 1 & 2 Peter for our church called  'More than Gold' which I'm sure will be just what I need when I get some time today. It was worth the lack of peace and extra headache to have my not-so-small girls still want to have a bath with me. The old 'they grow so fast' cliche is far too true and I'm grasping on desperately to any time with them that resembles the closeness that we have with our little ones.

I'm nearly at the end of this forgettable day. At the end of each tough day I do come to the conclusion that they are never altogether forgettable. I can always find something to be grateful for, always. I'm going to bed now, to curl up with my audiobook and crochet project. And I promise not whinge again any time soon....

xoxo

Being present, in chaos.

::Being in this moment, in this place. Finding beauty in today instead of waiting for some other, better moment to come.  Being still and savouring thoughts and pictures. Having clear images and feelings  in my mind to pour over in reflection::

 January is flying by. Our grateful jar is half full. We are distracted with moving dates and renovation deadlines and plans for the girls for each day. We are anticipating our ‘new’ home and the new school and kindy year..  I’m excited about tomorrow’s hot weather and another chance to swim in the pool with friends.  And about Blake getting home tonight to debrief on today and plan tomorrow.  There is so much happening and lots of things are about to happen….

But I don’t want to miss January 2013. I don’t want it to disappear too quickly. I make sure we enjoy where we are right now even though we are in limbo a little and are waiting, and living out of suitcases and have left a trail of belongings around different places. We are together and we are on an adventure.

{Books I planned to read and only just scratched the surface of.}

 I've had very little time to reflect and write as the school holidays draw to a close. I'm glad that its been that way. I'm glad we've been busy at the beach and in the pool and spending time with friends and collapsing with exhaustion at the end of most days.  I'll have plenty of time to reflect when the girls are back in routine. And there'll be no regrets.

But I just wanted to tell you I'm still here! And next post I plan to give you a sneak peak into our almost-finished (will it ever REALLY be finished though?) cottage renovation...... Eeeek! :)

xoxo

"Each today, well-lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and each tomorrow a vision of hope."

 -- Sanskrit poem