I’m sat in my office. It’s Saturday – 6.40pm on the Bank Holiday weekend and I’m watching the boys playing outside with two chairs from the office that need to go to the dump. They are having so much fun with two broken office chairs – swivelling around, sitting astride them, playing aeroplanes, offices, and doing all sorts of things with them.
I’ve come into the office to do some tidying up, and to be nearby as it’s getting later and I’m waiting for tears and/or an accident. We’ve had more than our regular share of accidents this week – E trapped his finger in a metal gate, W fell of a chair at school and W has also trapped his fingers in our patio door. So that’s three and for today, I’m believing in the power of threes, because it suits me.
The irony of it, is that I’ve found a really old – like ten years old, CD of music that’s a mixture of dance music, American Beauty soundtrack songs and ethereal choral chill out music that must have been from my previous life as Lovely Bloke isn’t really that into music. It’s lovely to listen to music though, and I intend to get more into it again – finding opportunities to listen. I love listening to Chris Evans even though I think I’m not really old enough to. And I love watching my boys take all our tea towels out of the house to transform two broken office chairs into a tent using pegs. They asked for a bed sheet and I declined, so they’ve gone for tea towels as they know where they are and I’m not going to tell them not to – they’re having great fun !!
I was with a friend and her kids several weeks ago and we watched them running around together – I said that I’d never imagined my life could be this good. She agreed – that ten years ago, she was single, travelled and had no visions of what the future would hold. And now, yes, my life is a cliche in lots of ways, but I am so grateful for it. For my family, my life, my husband, my kids. They are my everything. And it’s so ironic that I’m having another emotional outpouring whilst listening to hardcore rave music.
It’s all a mixed up, mish mashed clash of contradictions and there’s definitely a helping of irony in it, but I love it. Do you ever catch yourself looking at your life and wondering how it happened to come to be as it is? Maybe it’s Him Upstairs telling me to stop planning everything so much – look what happens when I don’t plan!!
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