Good Lord I am stupid!
This past weekend I had house guests, so this week
has been spent putting the house back together.
You know the routine, change the linens,
loads and loads and loads of laundry,
vacuum the house from top to toe,
restock the fridge, blah, blah, blah...
it all takes a few days.
Totally worth the effort of being able to share your home
and time and life with loved ones...
and yet...
here I was this morning feeling this
volcanic eruption building inside of me,
looking desperately for a target to spew my inner-lava over.
(The only person in the house was Brilliant Husband...
good thing I hung onto a vestige of common sense and kept my mouth shut,
after all, he did bring me roses and champagne for Mother's Day...Yikes!)
and what, pray tell me, was this all about?
Old Habits!
I could actually hear my parents' voices in my head.
Warbling on "...am I the only bloody one in the house who knows
where the vacuum is? Why does this always fall to me?" - Mum
"Are you girls ever going to get up and help your Mother?" - Dad
on and on and on and on.
I actually LIKE taking care of my home.
I actually LOVE having friends and family come to stay.
Begone you nagging, ugly voices!!
My eldest daughter called in the middle of the day and asked if I had
recovered from the weekend. I heard my (poor, sad) self answer "NO!"
Then she told me of the plans she has organized for Brilliant Husband's
birthday this weekend. I said to her at the end of the conversation
"Thanks for doing this Honey"...she replied "No worries Mum, I love doing this!"
"Thanks for doing this Honey"...she replied "No worries Mum, I love doing this!"
Then I began reflecting as I continued on through the day, on a conversation I had with my youngest daughter last night.
She has just begun an interesting job as a private chef for an Eating Disorder Clinic.
She taught her first cooking lesson to the patients today.
Jessica told me the one piece of advice she had been given by the counsellors was to
"be real".
Give your head a shake Jacqueline.
Those poor patients have issues. You don't.
Time to Get Real.
