I am often amazed how life with kids arounds teaches you little lessons. Constantly.
Small incidents that remind you of exactly where you are in the large fuzz that is the navel of life, and well things just happen.
This morning I got up bright and early.
I took 3 x Myprodol and a cup of tea and headed out to see the lovely Vera. Vera likes to pour hot wax on me and then rip my hair from it’s roots with a smile and a wink.
I find the Myprodol makes our relationship better - I think you may want to apply that principle to several people, they do not all have to pour wax on you. I actually know several people who will be made “better” if I took 3 x Myprodol, but any way, that is not the core of today’s story.
Vera does a mean pedicure. I thought seeing as she was going to be seeing my butt crack, her seeing my Frodo feet probably would not affect her too negatively. So I had a wax and a pedicure. I had a lovely chat with Vera about life and the universe – Vera is very cool to chat to, and even when you are lying there naked barring a few strips of yellow cotton which is attached to your skin briefly before she rips them off, you still somehow chat to her – though you might be bleeding from your eyeballs.
I walked out feeling that maybe today will be the day I sort some of my shit out. Vera is a very wise owl and gave me some wisdom, and it is always nice to just unload to someome.
I treated myself to a healthy fat-melt-off-your-hips McMuffin and I slowly wove my way home. I was all Dr Phil and Karma rolled up in to The Secret meets Oprah kind of moment.
I got home, made some more tea, prepared myself to sit down to work. I was feeling positive, and almost happy. I do not really hum or whistle, but if there was ever a time I was going to do it, this might have been that time.
I saw Isabelle had wee’d in her potty.
I again congratulated myself on what a clever two year old I had, and how she was potty trained and I was moving her to a big bed and how well she had adjusted to her school, and really what an absolute joy she was.
I thought how brilliant it was that I had a Vera who could wax me, pedicure me, and chat to me, and make me feel so much better.
I was thrilled that my job allowed me flexibility to work from home some days, and I was really feeling happy and just groovy.
I smiled at how I had it all so taped.
Then I poured the contents of the potty into the toilet, missed the toilet totally, and ending up with pee all over the mirror and the floor.
And so the day began.