And here I am all tucked up on this cold, windy night with a nice cup of tea..Oops, actually almost finished it now! Clearly I couldn't wait to gulp it down to quench that caffeine thirst I have been craving for, all day.
I am actually wanting to write so much but cant get my words or my thoughts in conjunction. My thoughts usually go at a hundred miles an hour whilst my words are almost always battling to keep up with the thoughts; a bit like umm ..sshhh, xfactor in the background really not helping the writing cause!
Perhaps you could chuckle a little about my morning 'putting the bins out' encounter. So there I am deep in sleep when I suddenly realise, its bin day! I jump out of bed and shove my head scarf on, stumbling down the stairs and actually stand in the hallway thinking I still have a while before the collection but NO! I could hear the truck approaching, the hazard beeps going off, the bin man actually outside my DOOR! Oh dear, I frantically got my keys into the door and call out to the bin man "Please, waiiiittt!!" This is where it goes all wrong; I got two pink bags out safe and sound but on my second trip into the house and into the garage, I first stepped right into some paint cleaning spirit liquid that was very conveniently and strategically positioned by my lovely husband but I had no time to stop and waste so I carried on with my mission! Picked up the next recycling bag and that too was a mission; when did my bloody garage turn into an assault course? Bags, boxes, my Asian Designers packaging material, a bed-side table that my husband no longer wanted to see in the bedroom! All in all, I was well and truly awakened by this trivial yet challenging morning.
Rushing out of the garage had its consequences too; I took my spirit-drenched slippers off and thought now I can make it out of the garage without any further complications. Notice how I am using some very harsh words for 'not-a-very' harsh situation. I guess I was too optimistic to hope for a stress and pain free journey out of the obstacle course.
I banged my right knee straight into the door frame. This was serious! At this point, not only was I in agony but I had to PRETEND that all was OK with spirit-drenched feet and now a battered knee; all that and I still didn't get this last darned pink recycling bag to the bin man outside! Eventually I swallowed the scream from the bang, forced a smile on, limped to the front door and handed over the bin to the man whom I also had to call out to as he had gone past my house already! I know I looked like a character never seen before; a woman with a fake smile and black eyes from the smudged mascara with a distorted looking hijab on her head and pjs! I cannot even begin to fathom what I may have come across as but you know what? I DID it!
I immediately shut the front door and I well and truly needed to scream over that excruciating knee collision I had had only a minute ago and I put on hold! Its important to realise all of the above happened in less than two minutes. Oh my days, I have never been a morning person and I guess almost eleven years later, I still am an incompetent morning person.
My day did get a little bit better to be honest but I have had to succumb to walking with a limp. My husband noticed it too and the children made sure they told their dad about my accident and the cliché` joke was : Is the DOOR OK?! and then more clichéd questions like " What did this morning teach you?" I mean seriously? Am I supposed to sit there and admit " Oh yeah, I should've woken up earlier or perhaps sorted it out the night before". Seriously what is the expected answer? Anyone?
YES, I can still be the biggest, stubborn child in the world despite being married for over a decade and being a mother of two!
Come on, this isn't just a 'normal' morning is it? I actually thought it was worth a blog ;)
I am actually wanting to write so much but cant get my words or my thoughts in conjunction. My thoughts usually go at a hundred miles an hour whilst my words are almost always battling to keep up with the thoughts; a bit like umm ..sshhh, xfactor in the background really not helping the writing cause!
Perhaps you could chuckle a little about my morning 'putting the bins out' encounter. So there I am deep in sleep when I suddenly realise, its bin day! I jump out of bed and shove my head scarf on, stumbling down the stairs and actually stand in the hallway thinking I still have a while before the collection but NO! I could hear the truck approaching, the hazard beeps going off, the bin man actually outside my DOOR! Oh dear, I frantically got my keys into the door and call out to the bin man "Please, waiiiittt!!" This is where it goes all wrong; I got two pink bags out safe and sound but on my second trip into the house and into the garage, I first stepped right into some paint cleaning spirit liquid that was very conveniently and strategically positioned by my lovely husband but I had no time to stop and waste so I carried on with my mission! Picked up the next recycling bag and that too was a mission; when did my bloody garage turn into an assault course? Bags, boxes, my Asian Designers packaging material, a bed-side table that my husband no longer wanted to see in the bedroom! All in all, I was well and truly awakened by this trivial yet challenging morning.
Rushing out of the garage had its consequences too; I took my spirit-drenched slippers off and thought now I can make it out of the garage without any further complications. Notice how I am using some very harsh words for 'not-a-very' harsh situation. I guess I was too optimistic to hope for a stress and pain free journey out of the obstacle course.
I banged my right knee straight into the door frame. This was serious! At this point, not only was I in agony but I had to PRETEND that all was OK with spirit-drenched feet and now a battered knee; all that and I still didn't get this last darned pink recycling bag to the bin man outside! Eventually I swallowed the scream from the bang, forced a smile on, limped to the front door and handed over the bin to the man whom I also had to call out to as he had gone past my house already! I know I looked like a character never seen before; a woman with a fake smile and black eyes from the smudged mascara with a distorted looking hijab on her head and pjs! I cannot even begin to fathom what I may have come across as but you know what? I DID it!
I immediately shut the front door and I well and truly needed to scream over that excruciating knee collision I had had only a minute ago and I put on hold! Its important to realise all of the above happened in less than two minutes. Oh my days, I have never been a morning person and I guess almost eleven years later, I still am an incompetent morning person.
My day did get a little bit better to be honest but I have had to succumb to walking with a limp. My husband noticed it too and the children made sure they told their dad about my accident and the cliché` joke was : Is the DOOR OK?! and then more clichéd questions like " What did this morning teach you?" I mean seriously? Am I supposed to sit there and admit " Oh yeah, I should've woken up earlier or perhaps sorted it out the night before". Seriously what is the expected answer? Anyone?
YES, I can still be the biggest, stubborn child in the world despite being married for over a decade and being a mother of two!
Come on, this isn't just a 'normal' morning is it? I actually thought it was worth a blog ;)
