pissing down!

What a bloody downpour.

An insomniac can tell you the exact moment of rain beginning to fall at night. They heard the first droplet. I heard the first droplet. Very pretty. Now it's just pissing down and keeping the children indoors when they could use a day of sunshine to dry themselves up. Ah anyway.....

Days like this remind me of the story of Carl Jung and his vision of God doing any enormous turd down onto the world. I can't help visualising an old man in white robes, standing idly like the little cherub in the fountain in Italy, humming quietly while he does THE MOST extended urination in the history of existence....
........just pissing down.

"dah daahhhh, de dumm. Do doooo, de deeeee, laahh lah lah lah......."

A day in the life of..

When I got to school yesterday morning, it was the first day back from holidays, and I was doing the usual happy happy face "Hi! How are you! Had a good holiday?" round of the parents there. Got chatting small time with a couple of the ladies doing most of the 'organising stuff' that needs to be done by dedicated parent types. Found myself on the end of the question
"So you're coming along to wrap lollies tomorrow afternoon?" *smiling expectantly*
I did a couple of mental backflips, halfpikes with various twists, and still could not recall anything to do with lollies and the wrapping there of. Darn!
So smiling back like I had a flipping clue what she was on about I reply "Yes! Of course! About 2ish say? Great!"

So today. I find myself with sticky labels in a factory line up closing up plastic bags of sweeties. The smell of sugar and butter with nuts of various sorts and quantities wafting up. That wouldn't be bad at all, but I've just chosen to go on a 'cut down on chocolate and cheese' phase, and this little chore just seriously blew it!

I've spent the day doing the washing, cleaning sheets, space clearing my room, re-organising my assortment of incense, playing with Will, eating apples on the swing chair while playing eye-spy (illiterate friendly eye-spy), mulling over the thought that my life has dramatically illustrated to me the need for a plan, AND, sorting and sealing bags of lollies.

It's an odd world when you are being Mother.

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite.....

Driving back to the shopping centre after a morning at the park with kiddies who are recovering from a relapse of the flu......

Charlotte has voiced her frustration with the process of getting better by having a five minute whinge-a-thon at very high pitch with tears and various other snotty intervals. (all very empathically dealt with of course,...I'm a nice Mummy) William watches on saying very emphatically "Mummy! Chaaaaarlotte iiiiiiiiiiis cryyyyyyyyyyyyyying!"

I keep on driving.
I have a sister to meet and a cup of tea in a soft chair to look forward too.
And I need to buy knicker liners and tampons, so I NEED to go to the shops, and don't really want to go home straight away with snotty children. (bless)

Two minutes from the shops I notice quietness in the car. I ask tentatively, as if I don't give a toss really,.."Feeling a little better now Charlie?"
Silence.
"What if I get a soft chair at a nice cafe and you can lie down while I talk to Kylie?"

Charlotte responds quickly with "Yes! and I can have a cup of tea in MY cup and a chocolate cupcake!....that will make me feel better" *snoooooort*
(all said in slightly whingy 'I'm still not very well you know' voice)

"Oh kay then darling"
"Will? You up for a cuppa tea too darl?"
Will gestures his hips forward getting comfy in his seat and says, "nahhhhhhhhh......." *snooooort*

Riiiiite.

Kids are so great.

It's like having friends you can't stand.

But you love them terribly and can't stand to be away from them either. I bet this is how the butler from Batman feels............

cloud watching, not busting

The Omega encircles the Question Mark and flies North on a bank of cumulus in the Western sky.

What does this mean?

Simply, to me, it signifies a need to seek out the questions before embarking up searches for solutions.

The North symbolises the Career and the strength of character, the West implies efforts of Creativity and the heavy bank of clouds symbolises the weight of neglected, and rejected projects I have been storing up within myself.

Creativity flies towards my Career with a sense of being overburdened.

The Omega, symbol of the 'end', is gathering up unto it the Question Mark, as if to say 'see? I hold the questions, in the 'end' you will find the questions'

The Question Mark sitting meekly within the Omega signifies an expectancy to me. It just sits and waits, it flies along with the Omega and does not come apart from it. Too much time and energy spent on seeking solutions without defining the questions first!


Migraines always bring out the visionary in me so much the stronger.