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Sharing the Chaos – Tales from the Midst of Things.

March 18th, 2008 · 4 Comments

This is one of my favourite sayings:

peace.
it does not mean to be in a place
where there is no noise, trouble
or hard work. it means to be in
the midst of those things and still
be calm in your heart.

Today, as I was hanging washing on the line, I decided it was time to share a little of my ‘noise, trouble and hard work’. Some of my chaos, if you like.

A sneak peak into the midst of my life – some of the chaos I live with, learn from, laugh at – and still stay (relatively) calm.

Here are two little snippets from the midst of today. It’s noon as I write this, and I am so looking forward to seeing what the rest of the day has in store for me.

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A tale of dirty uniforms…

This morning I dragged myself bounced out of bed as my husband left the house, as usual. He leaves before 6am to ‘beat the traffic’ on his commute to the office, and I start my morning routine.

First item of the day is waking up Gorgeous Girl. It’s not an easy task, and I have to be ever vigilant for pulled up covers, shut doors and “I didn’t hear you wake me’s”. My darling daughter turned 15 last week, so you’d think she’d be pretty independent and able to manage things by now, don’t you? (No sniggering allowed).

Her school bus leaves from the top of the street at 7am, promptly. So you can imagine my glee at the second third final call when she told me she’d no clean dress.

She has three school dresses (and I am thankful every day that it isn’t the blouse and horrid pleated skirt of her previous school’s uniform!) and we rotate them in the wash. During summer they really need to be washed after each wear – so theory says, one on, two in the wash and since I wash regularly, this shouldn’t be a problem.

Only… when I washed on Friday last week, apparently there was only one dress there. I didn’t wash over the weekend as I was kind of otherwise engaged (baking cakes and scones and hosting a party for a certain Gorgeous Girl…)

And yesterday I didn’t wash either, because they had forecast rain (no, we didn’t get any – why did I think to believe the forecast?)

So this morning: no dress.

You can probably guess the rest. Wails. Mutters. Gnashing of teeth. Stomping even.
And that was just me

A tale of dead mice…

So, finally everyone is out of the house and I’m ready to do some work. A load of wash in the washing machine and another hung on the line. It’s about 10am and I am contemplating a cup of tea. Ahh, peace, lovely peace. The birds are twittering in the trees, the dogs are happily asleep in the sun. Life is good.

My phone rings.

It’s Captain Scarlet, calling from university. He stayed at a friends house overnight so he could miss that dreaded traffic as he had an early lecture this morning. And in his rush to leave home last night, he forgot to feed his pet.

So he called to ask me if I could do it for him.

No big deal, you say?

Not usually…

However…

woe is me, my son has a pet python!When the pet is a python and the food is a mouse he’d taken out of the freezer yesterday to defrost… ewwwwww

And apparently the snake was meant to be fed two days ago, so it was probably going to be real hungry.

I call that above and beyond.

Tags: Watch Out for Those Potholes · Why Did I Have Children?

4 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Joanna Young // Mar 19, 2008 at 7:35 pm

    You know I’m going to have to ask you this Karen, though I can hardly bring myself to… did you feed the python the decomposing mouse???

    Joanna

  • 2 karen // Mar 20, 2008 at 11:08 am

    :) I wondered whether anyone would ask that question Joanna. I am afraid I succumbed in the end. Figured lifting the lid and tipping the mouse into the box was the lesser of two evils. Decomposing mice stink!

  • 3 Rosa Say // Mar 23, 2008 at 5:43 pm

    Oh Karen, having a python as a pet and mice in the freezer to begin with is way, WAY above and beyond! Doing that chore for Captain Scarlet is up in the stratosphere. You get the mother of the year award.

  • 4 karen // Mar 27, 2008 at 6:12 pm

    Rosa, I totally agree with you about it being WAY above and beyond. But when your 18 year old son brings the thing home you don’t have a lot of options. The mice are not allowed in the house – they ‘live’ in the garage freezer…well wrapped!! I refuse to have anything to do with it (including any monetary contribution), so he’s on his own.

    The funny thing is, his girlfriend is even MORE paranoid about the snake than I am (and I am still to touch the thing, despite his urgings)

    Thank you – I don’t feel like the mother of the year (I think she may have put her foot down firmer!) , but I appreciate both your comment and the award.

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