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Good lord! What a depressing post yesterday. Let us liven things up a little.

Texting with a very good school mum friend of mine the other day: (and yes we text whole stories to each other and we don’t use many abbrev. We are old.)

E: Can’t stop listening to ABC local radio! Am becoming addicted. Did you know there are schools that sell alcohol for school fundraisers!? And there was a massive solar flare last week..with more coming. An interesting fact I mentioned to a young mum on way into school. Interesting fact fell quite flat, especially as I may have sounded like the incredibly excitable astronomist-expert-on-solar-flares that was being interviewed. Know your audience, hey?

T: I too love ABC local radio. Our school fete has alcohol. Not sure how much money school makes out of it though but will be interesting what if anything comes of letter sent to school asking them to stop. Kids and I love Madonna King. When she comes on radio we know we are running late but we don’t mind. It means we get to listen to her. I cannot say the same for kelly in afternoons. She is horrid! We switch to Triple J then which means I am forever coughing or sneezing so children don’t hear the swear words. Only a caring mum would fake cough for her children.

E: You are good! I make up (lie) the word. Are you serious re: alcohol at [our school]? I had no idea. Why? They were talking about trivia nights (as well as fetes etc) Why do you need alcohol for a trivia night. I am always shocked but then not, when it’s at kids parties. [Husband] went to a 6th birthday party on weekend. The v lovely Serbian hosts were making martinis! The host mum asked a sri lankan & asian mum if they wanted a martini? They said they didn’t know what it was. Picking up the ‘ti’ in martini they asked if it was like tea? Host said, “yes. Is like tea.” So they bravely agreed to try one. Next thing [husband] saw was said mums with their cups of mar’tea’nis in martini glasses. Feel certain much was lost in translation.

T: E that is shocking!..and yet…so hilarious! Have you ever been invited to kids bday party at local pub? Yes! Pubs do kid’s parties! Look out for beer garden at this yr’s school fete. I do remember seeing it one year. Not sure which.

E: ok. Kids pub party is simply worst idea I have ever heard! Cant’ believe they exist. Can we sabotage beer garden? Siphon out & replace with apple juice? Apple juice garden? I seriously had no idea schools did this. I just assumed it didn’t happen. People (friends) have brought alcohol to our kids’ parties. Awkward.

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Might talk more about this later – off to visit my mum!

Sadness

I’m not suffering post natal depression  or depression of any kind – I am coping ok with the lack of sleep (and boy is it a LACK), the boys are good alhamdulillah; homework does drag me down and I do become frustrated with the boys and maybe I have a little less patience at times but I cannot say it’s any more than my usual. My patience generally wears thin around 3:30 and it’s really awful timing because that’s the time my boys are home and tired from school and have their own emotional stuff to deal with.

Even then, there is a weight of sadness that comes down on me at random times (hehe – random. I’m such a hipster.) It’s not affecting my daily life in any way other than it’s bloody annoying and I wish it would go away. I am keeping my mind occupied: reading books, entertaining guests, visiting loved ones, enjoying our weekends, cleaning out my cupboards and donating clothes and toys. You know, taking lemons and making lemonade (scones.) Then I wonder if the idea is NOT to occupy my mind. Maybe this melancholy is something that I must feel. Maybe like my Buddhism book says, I am meant to let the feeling come. Feel it and then let it go. Perhaps this is why it’s still here, knocking at my brain at inopportune times. It’s sneaking in through ajar doors and cracks in the walls; staying for short periods of time because it knows it’s not wanted. What it really needs is to be welcomed into the home, sit with me with a cup of tea and some bikkies and just be.

But what if I do that and it never leaves?

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