It’s 10.30pm and I’m waiting for my man to get back from his travels. My Mum left today after a month at my side. I’ve loved every minute of it, watching the girls bonding with their Grandma, having chats about all manner of randomness and most importantly having her tell me it’s all going to be ok. On saying goodbye, Evie looked at me and with concern and said ‘oh no, mummy tears’ followed by ripping two petals off from the remains of the flower pots and presenting them to me with a pat on the back, ‘you’re ok’ she said. Thank you my sweet girl.
I usually enjoy my own company; I can be quite the adept daydreamer. However since my cancer diagnosis I’ve avoided being alone if possible. So much so that I was actually HAPPY my 2 year old chose not to nap today so I’d have company. Anyone with a toddler knows how absurd that it.
Being alone means my mind is free to wander. At which point I have that urge to do something naughty; open up my laptop, hesitantly click that innocent white glare of a web page that is google and begin feeding my wandering mind. Before you know it I’m gnawing my nails and purchasing frankincense or wheat grass juice and throwing a few baby toys in the basket for good measure. I suppose it could be a worse google habit but either way it’s not healthy for my mind at this moment in time.
My mind seems to wander more innocently when outside, so I spent this afternoon outside with the girls. We walked, played in the park and sat under the tree having pretend tea with a monkey puppet and Evie’s pet tangerine. All was seemingly wonderful until I made the fatal error of peeling the pet tangerine. The lack of nap and mutilation of tangie meant for a sharp exit and resulted in both girls snoozing in the push chair. The most adorable sight ever! I ended up having a lovely long walk, devouring tangie (sorry Evie) and enjoying the autumn night. Sarah 1, wandering mind 0.
My man is now home, so I’m no longer alone.
I usually enjoy my own company; I can be quite the adept daydreamer. However since my cancer diagnosis I’ve avoided being alone if possible. So much so that I was actually HAPPY my 2 year old chose not to nap today so I’d have company. Anyone with a toddler knows how absurd that it.
Being alone means my mind is free to wander. At which point I have that urge to do something naughty; open up my laptop, hesitantly click that innocent white glare of a web page that is google and begin feeding my wandering mind. Before you know it I’m gnawing my nails and purchasing frankincense or wheat grass juice and throwing a few baby toys in the basket for good measure. I suppose it could be a worse google habit but either way it’s not healthy for my mind at this moment in time.
My mind seems to wander more innocently when outside, so I spent this afternoon outside with the girls. We walked, played in the park and sat under the tree having pretend tea with a monkey puppet and Evie’s pet tangerine. All was seemingly wonderful until I made the fatal error of peeling the pet tangerine. The lack of nap and mutilation of tangie meant for a sharp exit and resulted in both girls snoozing in the push chair. The most adorable sight ever! I ended up having a lovely long walk, devouring tangie (sorry Evie) and enjoying the autumn night. Sarah 1, wandering mind 0.
My man is now home, so I’m no longer alone.
I broke them
Evening sky and some baseball
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