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Today was the day I was going to get stuff done. Tilly was at preschool, I had a list, I was all over it. 

It's like I've never had an eight month old. Who has just learnt to crawl. Who managed to crawl across the kitchen in a second and get her fingers jammed under the ironing board. (Which was up because I was really hoping to sew and press at least one seam, just one, in a little dress that's been sitting waiting. Didn't happen.)

The lawn mowing man didn't show up. And the grass grows quick here. And the big black snake was sighted at the front step yesterday. Awesome. 

Somehow I ended up on hold to Telstra for an hour. I should've hung up. I made Ivy lunch, cajoled her into eating it, made a small dent on the chaotic kitchen and read the school bulletin. Then after sixty two minutes and I was dead sick of carrying the phone between ear and shoulder, they disconnected me. I shook the phone. I said 'Hello? Hello?'. I stared at it in disbelief. Nothing.

I wish I could poke them with a stick. Stupid telco.

Shortly afterwards, Ivy dramatically threw up. She seemed fine, as they do, and I was totally horrified to think it might have been the result of her picking up bit of grated cheese from last night's dinner off the floor. Wee little floor sucker. (I really REALLY need to get my floor cleaning in order.) 

Some days I can just swing on the 'nothing's working' creaky gate.

Some days, I get really frustrated. 

This afternoon after school and preschool though, we went visiting. Which for us has the wonderful effect of changing the land at the top of the Faraway Tree. We go out, we chat, we play, we come home to a new environment. The kitchen was still a mess but the hastily thrown-together casserole was now slow cooked, smelling delicious and ready, and bathtime, storytime, bedtime has its own momentum. 

It's only 10.30pm. Not too late to start sewing. 

xxx

11 Comments on “great expectations

kellie
March 8, 2011 at 10:54 pm

Hey Fi,

I know these days, albeit without the snakes here in suburbia!

Saw your tweet over yonder ->
Sarah Wilson has lots of quinoa recipes I think. http://www.sarahwilson.com.au

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Lou
March 8, 2011 at 11:25 pm

I can so relate to your day – there is just not enough hours to do it all, hence why the floors keep being put off until tomorrow! Hurray for getting out and about – it nearly always lifts your spirits.

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pixie
March 8, 2011 at 11:27 pm

ahhhhhh the best laid plans of mice and men……..

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Catherine
March 8, 2011 at 11:59 pm

Ah, I know these days. What a great post!

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Alex Nolan
March 9, 2011 at 1:25 am

You know, I was unbelieveably frustrated yesterday at not having got anything achieved, and when a friend texted me and asked how I was, suggested that maybe Mondays are non-achieving days and if we accept it, embrace it and roll with it, we don’t get so frustrated any more. That said, an hour on hold only to be disconnected would have me swearing, not just staring in disbelief….!

Lovely post, and be cheered that there are many, many people the world over that achieved nothing today!

PS. LOVELY to chat to you, and that did go down as the one thing I achieved xxx

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Cassandra
March 9, 2011 at 1:41 am

Ah yes, the floors! Our little man of ten big months has gone off solid food, but discovered a new found love of solid non-food, such as soil from potted plants, crusty month-old vegie scraps in kitchen corners and mysterious unidentifyable objects found as mush in his mouth. No snakes here, thank goodness!

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Fran
March 9, 2011 at 7:12 am

Bits off the floor are always the best bits. Ask any under five.

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Jo
March 9, 2011 at 2:09 pm

I’m with you Fi! Possibly the hardest thing for me to manage as a mum – my expectations.

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Jo
March 9, 2011 at 2:13 pm

… expectations of myself, that is. Apparently everyone else is allowed to be tired, busy etc, and not perfect, that’s fine, but I don’t allow myself that space. Hmm, enough psycho analysis for one day 😉

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Tess
March 9, 2011 at 2:20 pm

Only cheese from last nights dinner? We changed the 3 second rule to the 3 week rule at our place. The cockroaches were always a bit hard to take though! Still, there’s been no lasting damage.

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amanda
March 9, 2011 at 2:46 pm

“wee little floor sucker”

LOVE it.

My little Claire is in the club as well, and if I’m being honest, I may as well admit that as I clean up after her meals at times I toss the odd bit of toast or a stray apple chunk from the floor into my own mouth. And then I laugh at myself and look around to see if anyone saw me do it 😉

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