another day, another dollar...

work–noun

1. exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labour; toil.

2. something on which exertion or labour is expended; a task or undertaking: The students finished their work in class.

3. productive or operative activity.

4. employment, as in some form of industry, esp. as a means of earning one's livelihood: to look for work.

5. one's place of employment: Don't phone him at work.

6. materials, things, etc., on which one is working or is to work.

7. the result of exertion, labour, or activity; a deed or performance.

8. a product of exertion, labour, or activity: musical works.

9. an engineering structure, as a building or bridge.

10. a building, wall, trench, or the like, constructed or made as a means of fortification.

Sensational

 

Kings beach, Caloundra

Sunshine Coast, Australia

Long week

sore feet, week ends, the weekend, beach tomorrow, sun , surf, seagulls, sensational

Parenting - a lesson in not being attached to your plans

After a hectic day at work, I had grand plans to go late night shopping, spend some hard earned cash on myself and the lad. Maybe grab a DVD on the way home, eat some good food and chill.

Enter 5 year old lad with a toileting dilemma. Add in much distress at said toileting dilemma (constipation) and you have much noise, worse than white noise, the type of noise that tests your nervous system and rocks you to you core, screaming, crying and yelling. Ok, I am compassionate to his said toileting dilemma, I am not a hard hearted mumma (manic maybe), but I have the solution, "let's leave here, go home, get some ice-cream, a DVD and take some medicine." Well that suits if it is part of his plan.

Enter stage left, worlds colliding, World War III material, a clash of wills, no - a clash of plans. After much negotiation and some urgency about after school care closing, we finally left there. Both plans ignored. A new plan created. Cigarettes, deep breathing and rescue remedy for a beaten mum, beaten by that noise, and a new plan for the lad, much need recuperation and cuddling of promised DVD. Well, now to go watch the DVD and ensure no hard and fast plans are made for tomorrow.

10 mins later...
watch DVD - was that a plan? Exhausted lad is asleep

Sometimes I wonder if i'm strange...

Like today, on my way to work a man abruptly pushed in front of me, the type of man who swings his briefcase as if claiming a protective bubble of CBD space and grunts when he walks, like air is burning his nose, or each step is one step closer to an inevitable death, the death of his joy, death of fun, death of his soul.

So as this man practically sends me head on into a bin I boldly announce, "You're walking on me!"

But maybe announce isn't the right word. I didn't bark at him nor spit my words, but I did speak with an element of disgust in my voice, disgust coupled with shock, as if someone would dare do that. Who is he? (Who am I?)

Strangely, no reaction from the man, no looks of horror from on-lookers as if say how bold rude of that 'young up-start' woman...

New blog for a new year

rants and raves on all issues from a manic miss