Jan 03
A walk in the park…
At the moment, I have the house to myself. Big Sis is away camping with her B and his kids and I was really looking forward to the time alone to get the house in order, among other things. The mini heatwave put paid to that idea for a couple of days because all I could do was sit with my feet in a bucket of water and sigh. During that time, Cas learned what dunking is and he enjoys it immensely.
I think I mentioned on the post I wrote when it was too hot for me to fill in the title field that I’ve been giving him a big bowl of water to play with. I put my head in it once to dampen my hair and he thought that was extremely funny. He then spent as long as he could (ie; the short length of time I indulged his 1 year old sense of humour) pushing my head back under.
But I digress. Today, the weather was perfect and I got a few dishes washed and took the recycling out but something else is interfering with my productivity. You see, the neighbour’s kids are here.
It is guaranteed when he has them, my door will be knocked on at least four times a day because one or both of them wants to hang out with me. (I really don’t understand the attraction. At first I thought it was Caspar, but apparently it’s me.) After turning them away several times yesterday I promised the youngest last night that I would make some time for her today.
At the first early morning knock I let her know that we could go to the park together at a particular time in the afternoon. Three knocks later I caved and got Cas all sunscreened and ready to go.
This isn’t an eventful post. Nor was it an eventful day. The weather was perfect, sunny with a cool breeze, and she was happy enough to tag along with me to the local shops because I needed milk. Without Big Sis’ car available, that takes over an hour or all by itself. Then we played in the park, something Cas seems to enjoy more and more everyday.
And now the day is over. But I have this simple post written and those few dishes done. That’s something.
I might just give myself the night off, not worry about the forum, not worry about reading all my feeds which have exploded once again, not worrying about tweaking every little this and that both here and on the other blog. (Yes, I just told you where it was.) I might just manage to do those things in my own time, without making them a source of pressure.
There just comes a point when you have to let everything go, mentally at least, in order to become productive again. It really isn’t that I have too much to do. Like most things, it’s how I think about it.
Tonight whatever I get done will be a walk in the park.
January 4th, 2008 at 11:47 pm
It sounds like a blissful day to me. Really. No rushing. No have-to-be-there insanity.
Lovely.
January 5th, 2008 at 7:21 pm
I can understand why! Me, I wish I some pressure to make me act or, more fairly, enough drive at the moment to act of my own accord. But there are harder things to bear and other people bear them without complaining nearly so much as me. It makes me feel a little bit pathetic at times but all I can do is forgive myself. And keep trying.