All right I’m getting some perspective on the world. That’s what happens when I get some time on my hands, I ponder. Oh god do I ponder. But no, it’s all good because overnight I have had some blinding moments of clarity about raising children, the world, politics and everything in between. Seriously, why nobody pays me for my insights is a giant mystery.
Here’s what I’ve decided:
I’m not going to nag you about the short shorts over the stockings with army boots anymore. Because at least you are not twerking all over a married man probably old enough to be your father on a televised music award show. Oh Mylie. Just Oh Mylie.
Herbal calm remedies are a tremendous benefit when teaching your child to drive. Also, parents all that money you are spending on gymnastics and soccer it doesn’t help with their spatial awareness once they get behind the wheel of the car. THE MIDDLE OF THE LANE YOU HAVE TO DRIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LANE – THOSE LITTLE WHITE POSTS ON THE SIDE ARE NOT MARKERS TO BE KNOCKED DOWN FOR BONUS POINTS!
Your blood pressure improves when you give up listening to the election coverage. Just when you think it can’t get any sillier another politician starts talking … and your head starts to explode. So I’m giving up trying to rake through the spin to discern some semblance of policy. How ironic we now have fact checking units to determine what’s fact and what’s fiction? Call me radical, but wouldn’t it have been easier if we had just stuck to old-fashioned truth???
A whiff of spring is a great mood elevator. When the sun comes out and you get a glimpse of the future involving lunches on the beach and afternoon swims in the sea everything seems just that little bit better.
Just because the internet has given everybody a voice doesn’t mean you shouldn’t occasionally shut up and listen to what other people are saying.
Writing a book is a lot easier in theory than in practice.
Remember during the stay-at-home years when you blamed the baby for not being able to have time to have a shower? Turns out it’s being at home that impacts on your personal hygiene. As I drive my children to school in all my unshowered glory I really mean to get myself sorted when I get back home, but what with the book, “on spec” articles, writing competitions, Facebook and Twitter I only realise I never made it to the bathroom when it’s time to get those same children from the bus stop.
Time is an elastic commodity which tends to be engulfed by responsibility even when you valiantly fight against it. (How deep am I?)
So there’s my words of wisdom for today. Have you had any blinding flashes of insight lately?
A really interesting, diverse range of thoughts… Am bracing myself to teach my daughter to drive soon, think I may need more than herbal remedies to mitigate the stress! 🙂
I find it really stressful, she’s doing really well I just have control issues – I hate not being in control of the car.
You are a braver woman than me, writing a book. I thought I had a movie script in me, did I get it done during more than a year at home? No, I did not! I was going to clear out the attic, get fit … didn’t do that either. Where do the years go?
The years race by in a blur – my daughter is driving!!! How the hell did that happen!
You write very well Janine and ditto to everything you said.
-I’m terrified of teaching my kids to drive, that will be hubby’s job when the time comes.
-The election….enough already…
-Spring, glorious Spring, I CAN”T WAIT.
– and boy how you made me laugh at the personal hygiene story. I’m hearing you loud and clear!
Thank you Olivia – I thought my husband was going to be the driving instructor too – but then I gave up my job so now I’ve got more time than him – didn’t think it through!