3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.
Yesterday saw less writing getting done than a normal Friday because I was meeting Andrew for lunch, as yesterdays blog mentioned.
I did do some though, both before I met him and after I returned home and I will paste an email which tells you about the evening writing that I did........and lost.
I didn't speak to Ali' in the morning, she chatted with her dad instead telling him that Play number 2 was good which I interpret as there was no napping-through-it as per the night before. I did speak to her just before I headed to bed and she was sad :-( Now, before you get worried about her, she was sad because she's spent most of her money and wouldn't have much to spend on todays shopping trip. I won't tell you how much she has with her to spend but let's just say that we don't need to feel sad with her-lol. I did tell her that if there was anything that she MUST have, that she could put it on my credit card (which she has with her to pay for all her food/drink) Perhaps that was a mistake because if I know Ali , there will be lots of things that she sees that she will think she MUST have. Na, I trust her really.
Spending time with Andrew was lovely and he bought me lunch. The joys of having wonderful grown up kids. We started off in a book shop and I had a good old read of a chinese horoscope book which told me that 2015 will be a great year for my creative side-yahoo......and money (double yahoo, Bill) As I replaced the book on the shelf, I realised that Andrew and I were supposed to be spending time together and we were at opposite sides of a massive book store....admittedly both enjoying ourselves.
So I went to find him and told him my realisation to which he just shrugged and said 'we are' (spending time together) Maybe I was caught up in the whole, you have to be together spending time together and he wasn't? Wise man.
Anyway, after exiting the store we wandered up Yonge street. I think that Andrew had already decided that Frans was a good place to eat and we ended up there. Lunch was tasty, if a little messy. I had chicken quesidillas (? spelling)YUM.
A quick wander around shoppers and then bulk-barn and then on to the subway home. Andrew had been told that Bulk Barn had British chocolate and it did indeed $2.49 for 1 Twirl....plus tax. Needless to say, we purchased none.
Home, after nipping to the wine store for a bottle to take to my friend Krys' and I had a wee peek on FB.
After reading a post about discipline, I found myself wanting to respond to it but rather than put a wee post, which would not have said all that I wanted to, I started typing on a wordpad doc' I typed and I typed and it was a really good article and......wait-I am just going to paste the email I sent this morning. My friend had a similar experience yesterday, so this is what I sent her :
'Good morning, my friend,
I just had to send you a wee note about what happened to me last night, after reading your ipad story.
I had just read a FB post on parenting/discipline and rather than put a big 'rant' on the post, I posted that it had sparked my urge to write about it and that I would post a link later.
And so I started to write...and write, pouring out my heart about my experience of both being parented, watching/judging parenting and then finding my way into parenting. I even wrote that a new mum, very recently, called me an amazing mom......progress for someone who retreats from saying anything which may be construed as conceited.
As i got closer to the ending, I was thinking that perhaps this would be my first magazine article. After all, it was from my heart and soul, when 'poof' (your word) my screen froze......wh..a..at?
I tried several things (including banging the whole flippin' keyboard) to no avail. Jen googled Toshiba help (thank goodness my Blackberry was working and gets FB) and offered several pieces of advice. Bill was in the conversation and offered calm support but nothing worked. Not a thing I tried made the cursor appear or anything on my laptop work.
I poured myself a glass of wine and took a sip......and shut off the power, knowing that the piece had not been saved, As an invigilater, the thing you keep reminding the kids, through their I.T exams is 'Save your work'....it's the number 1 rule and I broke it and paid for it with the loss of my beautiful story.
A few tears squeezed themselves out and I (for the first time in my adult life) screamed out loud before taking some Gentian (to recover from a setback) and Vine (need to be in control) and within 2 minutes, I was giggling at myself and had let it go. I joked with Bill and Jen that the article must have been really bad if the Universe had deleted it and my higher self knew that it had happened for a reason.
Perhaps it was to show me how I still need to be in control and that wine is still a 'pull' when I feel angry and not in control? I was aware, when I poured it that it would not change the situation any. I have made such progress with my emotional acceptance and observations though and that one glass of wine lasted all evening and I didn't want or need another. The 'old' me would have punished myself, with lots more, trying to numb the anger....at myself for being so stupid as to not save my work. Don't worry, the stupid word is a past reference. I'm not stupid.....I did a non-mindful thing and will hopefully remember, in future, to save my work.......although, if it was that bad, maybe I oughtn't bother-lol.
Just thought you'd appreciate the story.....and hope that your work was saved. Mine tends to be, if my power runs out but obviously not when the Universe has other plans for it.'
And that was my yesterday, Folks,
Much Love to all,
Lxx
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