I’ve had a brilliant evening around my sister-in-laws, food was fabulous, baked potatoes with curry or chilli (I had curry), hot dogs, cakes, endless mugs of tea (being a non-drinker, a vat of tea is a must) and pretty, if somewhat scary fireworks display along with a lovely bonfire. Now when I say scary fireworks… well, I’m not a fireworks fan, love to watch them, from a safe distance… behind closed doors! So rest assured as the men folk were running down the garden and setting them off, I was stepping back into the veranda for safety (always reminds me of gunfire). The time I did stay out side I got hit by ‘shrapnel’ or hot rocket parts, that vanished straight down my cleavage, hence the reason to stay away, however the amusing part was that Adam got hit at least 3 times by falling rocket bit’s (mental note to self, in a thunderstorm, stay as far away from my husband as possible, sod’s law says it’s coming for him & he will get hit twice, maybe three times!). But overall, despite hot ash making me jump and the odd stubborn rocket that refused to go off and made everyone stand back in case it opened up a crater the size of the grand canyon in the garden, a lovely night was had by all…however I don’t think I have ever had to pose so many times for photo’s, I really could never handle fame, I’d kill the photographer… anyway I got to eat lovely food and listen to some entertaining stories as well as have an education in some very talented tattoo artists, courtesy of my brother-in-law Clint, himself, an incredibly talented artist. Yes a most enjoyable evening.
Well, it’s one of those days (that are few and far between, believe me) where I have nothing to do on my calendar, my goodness, you have no idea how ‘relaxation’ is simply a luxury these days…although I’m sure most working parents can agree with me on that level. So today I am thinking, a little later on tonight, I shall re-colour my hair, it was only done about 3 weeks ago, I still have no sign of roots (phew) but the ends seem to wash out so easily now (despite using permanent dye), however I am aware this is common with ‘red’ so a touch up with some Directions is necessary, plus my toe nails have not had a fresh coat of paint for at least two, maybe three weeks (my goodness, I am letting myself go) so I really need to do the old preening routine which just seems to get harder and harder as I don’t usually have five minutes to spare and it’s dreadful. I’m a woman, women need to be pampered, I’m sure if you look closely at Maslows hierarchy of needs, you will find it on there. Definitely.
So today I am mooching the net for clothes, shoes, handbags, baby items, musical instruments, make-up, cakes, books, Pelham Puppets, tea services…you know, the usual. The thing is, when I actually sit down and have time on my hands, I just don’t know what to do with it, I am so used to being busy and having 101 things ‘to do’ when I stop and just ‘relax’ my mind starts racing with things I could or should be doing, plotting the next project or holiday, looking at ways of promoting my business or Adam’s, thinking of friends and families birthdays and what to do for them I just can’t seem to ‘switch off’. Is this a good thing? My husband thinks I’m a crack-pot, I am inclined to believe him. Anyway I don’t even know where I am going with this rant, I do believe I am just filling my time with something as I ‘relax’. Although as I glance about the living room I do notice that it could possibly do with a tidy as I have a couple of little notes sitting on the mantel piece, a couple of books in a pile at my side and Ooooh dear lord, the bay window… hmmmm not messy as such, more, dirty, thanks to grubby cat paws being all over it. Well that’s a five second clean up job waiting to happen. I could clean the Kitchen, but as it is the hub of my work place at present it is cleaned regularly anyway, and as I am ‘relaxing’ I am avoiding the kitchen, for now anyway, I still have to cook dinner later.
It’s been a long morning, my son has been none stop crying, think he has a cold coming, and no amount of attention will squash it, but after a bath about half an hour ago he seems a little calmer. I think when he has gone to bed tonight I may just try the bath method for myself, after I have done my hair… best pin it up well though or it will look like a blood bath. Right I’ve rambled on for far too long, about absolutely nothing specific, rather sorry about that if you are reading and was hoping for some quip or anecdote or some info on cakes, but nope, I have a baby who is screaming intermittently in my ear whilst I am ‘relaxing’ and can’t really focus completely well on winding down or babble coherently!
This relaxing thing, is really quite stressful.
Attempt the impossible in order