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Monday, January 23, 2006

They've got that knack

I was sitting down before to write a post here on Happy Monday. MK was picking up Lily and Charlotte from school/garderie and was due home any minute. Time enough to put some thoughts down. When I heard screaming outside. The unmistakeable shrieking that Charlotte does. Looked out the window and there was MK with Charlotte in the pram hollering her head off. Lily walking beside him. I knew it was a protest - CPK doesn't mind being in the pram to go to garderie, but coming home is a different matter altogether. Would much rather walk.

So I ditched the computer and prepared for the onslaught...which was much milder by the time it landed here. We've just had pumpkin soup for lunch (well, Lily said she didn't like it so didn't eat it, CPK ate lots), the girls had toast, then I made pancakes (recipe using 4 eggs and a cup of cottage cheese, amongst other things). Now Charlotte is in bed calling out for something or another [I just went in there: it was 'birdy', the Big Bird puppet] and hopefully she'll be asleep soon. MK is on nightshift this week so he is home till tonight, and Lily is bugging us to watch tv for quiet time.

And the original idea for this post, along the lines of Happy Monday was the things that made me feel good today
*an email from Jen saying she'd booked her flight to NYC
*a letter from Georgie with all pamphlets from Adelaide (lots of kids activities included) saying that she knows why we are moving to Melbourne but she wanted to remind us what Adelaide has to offer vs Melbourne!
*speaking to a babysitter we used to use and trying to help her find more work during a difficult time for her
*clean apartment
*time alone with MK

As much joy as the kids bring into our lives, they also have an unpredictable - yet guaranteed - way of bringing stress and work. Fights, tears over the lunch table, screaming...I am constantly aware a situation can change from pleasant to gross in a very short space of time. Isn't that a form of torture? Knowing your situation can change for the worse quite quickly, but not having the control over it. Yep, gets a bit torturous at times.

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