I wrote this to the Bear last night:
Wake up at 4:15am. Meditate.
Go through inbox – action and delete emails (156 FFS!)
Reply to blog comments.
Add new contacts to mum’s mailchimp account and send her the report of the bounced emails.
Take my turn in scrabble.
Go over to the house, fill the birdbaths, water the herb garden and pot plants, let the chickens out – or chicken to be precise – the other ones have already let themselves out. Attempt to make the pen more secure.
Get kids ready for school.
Harry comes over before 8 – coffee, chat and coconut bread. Nick describes the difference between when the Bear looks after them and when I do. Kind of funny and kind of not. Harry borrows a book to read – I give him Kara-Leah’s No More Excuses for Yoga to read. He leaves just after 9 – and comes straight back and says that it’s funny, but on the way down here, he was thinking how he really wanted to do yoga to break a bit of a rut he’s fallen into, but he had all these excuses…
I go straight over to the cottage because Tuesday is my writing day (yippee!). In 5 hours I get 3 chapters blocked out, and discover a new one hiding. I now have 15 chapters. It feels good to work in this structured way and great to be started, but it feels slow as well. Everything feels slow at the moment though.
Hang washing out.
Mick messages and asks if Jamie can come after school – he’s got an appointment in the afternoon he forgot about. No problem.
I pick the kids up from school, chat to a friend who has had a bad hip, and to the teachers about work. Go home and make kids a deluxe afternoon tea plate and they ride their bikes and wrestle on the trampoline while I do the cleaning I didn’t do this morning.
Alani tells me she went up another level in reading! She’s six and she reads like a 9 year old. Very proud.
Take three loads of washing off the line and fold it.
I get cranky when I find out Alani didn’t eat her lunch and is now pestering me for more food. Nick comments that if I made lunch that they actually liked they might actually eat it. That stung and I get even more crankier; it’s not my favourite job, but I try really hard to make the best lunches that I can. I tell Nick he can make his own lunch this week.
Put together a new yoga sequence to go with the third eye chakra work we did in the meditation group on Saturday and then do it. I’m really happy with it. I get Alani to video me doing a free-standing headstand in the middle of the floor, which is fun to see. I think my bum looks a bit big, and I’m leaning a bit to the left, but still pretty impressive.
Vacuum the floor.
Alani asks me what we’re having for dinner and I say we have some little chipolata sausages. She tells me she hates every kind of sausage. Nick tells me he loves sausages; I feel what little desire I had to cook dinner ebb away. I just stick the sausages in the oven for Nick and have a bowl of cereal.
Alani doesn’t want to be in the bathroom by herself while she’s having a shower (Nick and I have already had showers) so I go in there with her so she isn’t scared.
Put Alani to bed – I sit at the end of her bed until she falls asleep – about 10 minutes. Tell Nick to turn off the television – he’s watching Horrible Histories – and go to bed. It’s 8:30pm.
Read blogs before I go to bed. I literally nod off while I’m writing a comment – 9:30pm.
Gough Whitlam is dead. Long live Gough!