touching base

Public service announcement:  there's a new Weavecast up.  I haven't listened yet but I will take it to work tonight.  Apparently it's all about sewing with your handwoven fabrics.

Haven't much else to say, I have written but not uploaded several posts because after writing them I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to read them!  Had the kind of week that is just humbling.  Striding through life, somewhat confidently?  feeling like a competent adult?  whoops!  bad idea.  Summarised by a tale of two shopping trolleys- went on a road trip with the three kids to visit my dad who is having a rough time ecovering from double knee replacement in a country hopsital. 

Took the littlest kid (20 months) to the supermarket at one point, just to get out of the hote room/hospital.  Trolley contents: 2 barbies, 4 litres of diet coke, some markers, a colouring book, some Cheezels, 3 Lindt chocolate bunnies, a bar of chocolate (15 year old was looking at the mini-bar wistfully when I left- it was way cheaper to do it this way).  Toddler was behaving worse than I think she *ever* has- biting the ears off the bunnies, standing on the milk (I did buy milk!  surely I get some points for that), throwing things out of the trolley (naturally I managed to choose one with no seatbelt so she was standing in the main trolley part).  It was a nightmare, and I know how we looked, the assumptions people would make about a tired, overweight mother of a toddler with nothing but crap in her trolley. 

Couple days later, we're home again.  Toddler and I go shopping.  Trolley has organic meat, organic pasta, blah blah, lots of veggies and fruit etc.  A much more respectable trolley.  I'm thinking that I wish the people in the small town could see me now.  Could I pay for it?  NO.  My *&^*&^* credit card wasn't in my wallet.  I got to hand things back to the checker til it was down to the amount of cash I had in my wallet.

this is the kind of week I have had.

Last week, I put my "nightie" (a disreputable, paint-smeared, stained horrible probably smelly t-shirt that I sleep in) in THE WRONG KID's school bag (the baby likes to take it to preschool and snuggle with it at nap time.  she only goes one day a week and it makes her day nicer.) .  I sent it to school with my 5 year old.  "Mummy, you're so funny, you put your nightie in my bag!".

So last week was kind of humiliating too.   These are just examples- it seems like recently I am having more bad days than good- bad in the sense that I often feel I should be wearing big shoes and a red nose.  Not bad in a serious way.  I do realise that.

I really can laugh at myself.  I do laugh at myself.  I just haven't felt much like blogging is all :-).  But you may as well laugh too.  honk honk.

Comments

[Elaise]

Ohman, I'm so sorry. I don't have kids but I've had those kinds of days!

I hope it gets better soon and be good to yourself...

[Joanne]

Oh, honey, we all have those days. Believe me. I was in the grocery store on Sunday morning, half way through shopping, when I realized my purse (with the wallet in it!) was still in the car. In the parking lot. Hmmm. I left the trolley/cart in the middle of the store, rushed to the car, and returned to my shopping so quickly that no one noticed, I hope. It happens to everyone. You are under stress, it's normal.

Also, thank you, you left a nice note on my blog in response to one of my numerous writing rejections. Sadly, you thought a publisher was critiquing my fiction. No, alas, I can't even get that darn far, even though my fiction has won an award! This was some uppity NYC agent who was evaluating my work. I hate trying to get an agent. Without an agent, it's hard to sell fiction. With an agent, I'll lose money on my knitting-related publications, because I can sell those on my own. Hmmph.

(I'm staying at home today. It's less embarrassing than trying to shop in public.:)

[lynne]

For what little it is worth...you made me laugh...out loud.

We all have these moments. If I would just take a moment, when it is happening to me.......I would be laughing all the time.
What a better way to go thru the universe than all of the stress I have.

I'll try it next time.