Some days just do not go the way your are expecting them to go. You spend hours/days/weeks psyching yourself up for a particular Big Event, and then all of a sudden you find yourself with an unexpected turn of events and everything crashes and wobbles for a while. Yesterday was just such a day under the Attic24 roof, and I can't say it was entirely unwelcome.
I know that this week in Blogland there have been many of you with your Little Ones starting out at school for the first time. I've been thinking of you (Ali, Julia) and in return I've had some lovely, warm, supportive comments and emails sent my way this week for my own Big Event.
Only it didn't happen. No, I've had an unexpected, temporary reprieve from classroom tears and snot and heartbreak. Pheww.
Instead of shiny, new school shoes we had bare toes.
Instead of stiff, grey pleats, we had soft, pink pyjamas.
Instead of the classroom and playground, we had the blankety sofa and Cbeebies.
Instead of goodbyes we had lengthy cuddles.
Instead of cheese sandwiches we had Nurofen and Calpol.
Yes, we had illness. Little Lady awoke early on Wednesday morning looking peeky and a bit hot and flushed. And by mid morning it was apparent she was really not well at all, with extreme tiredness (she slept on and off all day), loss of appetite (she couldn't even eat weetabix), aching limbs (crawling up the stairs on hands and knees) and a raging temperature (102 degrees). It did not get any better by the time Thursday morning arrived and I had to inform her new teacher that she wouldn't in fact be coming after all.
I find it very draining administering medicine. I mean, I know it's not difficult to pour out 5ml of liquid and spoon feed it to a child who loves the taste of it and laps it up eagerly, but somehow the constant use of the thermometer combined with obsessive clock watching to get the timing of two lots of medicines right completely drains me of energy. I can feel it flowing out of me even as I sit on the sofa under the Ripple with my feet up.
But yesterday, as well as tiredness and drainage of energy, there was also love and warmth and kindness. See the photo there above, see the orange card? Well Little Lady was feeling well enough by late afternoon yesterday to get up from the sofa and do some drawing at the table. I was not really paying much attention as she gathered orange card, crayons, pens and stickers and set to work. She made me a card, presented it to me with a flourish. I was overwhelmed. She had managed to have a go at writing my name (L-oo-s-i-y), with a sweet little flower drawing, and oh I nearly wept with gratitude and pride.
The postie also delivered me a parcel yesterday, it was from Sally. She had oh-so-thoughtfully sent me a a little something, timed to arrive on the day that Little Lady (should have) started school. See that lovely flowery card up there on my mantel, and to the far right the packet of Burnt Sugar Crumbly Fudge? And see in the second photo up above, my gorgeous little blue and pink spotty slipper socks? Aren't I so bloomin lucky? Sal, I appreciated that parcel more than words can say. Thank you so very much.
On Under-the-Weather days, there are some things that are guaranteed to lift my spirits, to nourish my soul and make me a feel a little less deflated. A good magazine to read, something delicious to eat, and fresh flowers. Hang on, I think I may have said this before? Well no matter, it still remains true for me. So yesterday I bought the latest issue of CH, and ventured out into the cold drizzle to pick some flowers from the garden. The nasturtium seeds that I sowed back in June have finally produced flowers, hooray!! I did think they had frozen/drowned, but nope, they were just taking their sweet time.
The variety is called "Jewel Mixed" and they are quite lovely. I find nastutiums captivating :: so humble, yet so stunning. I popped them in a little glass pickle jar with a few verbena and cornflowers, and they are beside my bed looking radiant :: it was a delight to wake up to them this morning.
I also picked some flowers for the bathroom :: a few remaining sweet peas and pink geraniums. I love walking in to a room where you wouldn't ordinarily expect to find fresh flowers and seeing a few fresh colourful blooms, it cheers me no end.
A few days ago I treated myself to some new Bath Soak and a new face flannel. Gosh, I am cheap to please :: life's little luxuries folks, I can find pleasure in the smallest things, its another one of my talents. So last night when Little People were safely in bed and asleep, I ran myself a deep, hot bubble bath, lit a few candles and lay reading my magazine. It was bliss (although keeping the magazine out of the water was something of a challenge).
And then I was in my pj's, and snuggled up with a hot water bottle for the remainder of the evening (much better magazine-reading conditions).
Not the day I had envisaged, but unexpectedly good all the same. If I can admit to my daughter being sick as being Good? Lord, I have no shame do I, but at least I am honest.