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The Climb

I think I am actually starting to lose my marbles you know!? I can hear the voice inside my head (It has a Scottish accent?) telling me that I’m not actually in control of anything that’s going on in my life. Let’s start at the beginning…

My kids decide what time I get up, usually pre-6am thanks to their unforgiving skill of making it through the day unscathed on less than 7 hours sleep. Geordie needs a high protein lunch ready for work by 7:15am. Yes, he can do this himself but as he will ask me every minute detail about what he needs to do (What can I have tuna with? How long does pasta take? How do I cook porridge?) it’s easier to just do it myself. The kids/monsters must be fed before 8am, similar repercussions of a Gremlin if this timetable is overlooked, the dog needs to be fed and walked and all of this is before 9am. Somewhere within all the chaos I should eat something, shower, get dressed and breathe.

Postman Pat

Postman Pat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tomorrow is going to be different, I am having a day all to myself. I am going for a consultation with a surgeon/magician who is going to fix my back once and for all. This is going to be a monumental day for me and my 7 month relationship with my broken spinal disc, he’s totally getting me down, suffocating my hopes and dreams so I’m calling it off. Ordinarily Geordie would drive me to the hospital which is about 50 minutes away, however I am going to take the Postman Pat bus that takes….wait for it……2 hours 14 minutes to get even close to the hospital. I will see the lovely surgeon/wizard and then happily skip back down to the bus stop and take the return journey through the wandering dry stone walled lanes of deepest darkest Cumbria, arriving home way past dinner time.

I need to switch off from being a wife/mum, most of the time just half an hour to sit and watch Eastenders or walk the dog with my ipod set to ‘blaring’ without thinking about changing the baby, or washing uniforms, is enough for me. I absolutely adore my girls and Geordie but I don’t think I would be human if I didn’t need some Me time just a couple of times a month? My friend Caz throws all her energies into Boxercise and climbing bloody big mountains as her way of chilling out from her busy schedule to a mum of four. Another friend dedicates one evening a week to staring at naked people, oh sorry I mean life drawing classes (Which involves staring at naked people) and reliably informs me she strolls home feeling thoroughly relaxed and much more confident about her aging body shape!

So in short, I have decided to sit on a public bus for approximately four hours tomorrow for the sake of being left well alone with my ipod, my kindle and a packet of Minstrels that I’ve managed to hide from Geordie for the last three days behind the biscuit tin in the cupboard. Can I get a whoop?

 

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I Have A Dream

I was talking to my Dad yesterday, he was telling me that he’d had a rubbish night’s sleep as he had dreamed about my Nan who passed away 8 years ago. It would have been her 97th birthday last week had she battled through a broken hip as she had countless heart attacks and strokes. The last few nights I’ve had some random dreams too, random but very vivid. The most interesting one was EastEnders character Jack (Actor Scott Malsen) pursuing me through Venice desperate for a date?! I watch EastEnders around twice a month and rely on my Mum to fill me in on the story lines that I’ve missed so as I’m not an avid viewer I though my subconscious choice of love interested was indeed random?! PS I knew it was Venice because of the gondolas!

When I was about 6 I watched an episode of Casualty (yes it’s been going that long) that featured a patient who looked a bit like Frankenstein after sustaining a nasty head injury. For about two weeks afterwards I had nightmares that he was in the cupboard under the stairs and was trying to break free to get me! See vivid, it’s 24 years later and I still remember it well. Also around this time I received a What’s New Scooby Doo? annual for my birthday, one of the cartoon strip stories involved a rope bridge and the villain of choice this time was a very angry giant gorilla. Once again my over active imagination decided we’d be trying to escape the giant gorilla who was shaking the nuts out of the rope bridge as I held on for dear life. Stupid Scooby Doo.

Don’t you just love those dreams where you fall off a cliff or bridge and wake up a split second before you hit the ground? No me neither. Geordie certainly doesn’t care for being kicked/kneed/slapped in various body parts in the middle of the night as I simulate ninja like moves to combat the rapidly approaching ground. As a Mum it breaks my heart when my girls wake in the night in floods of tears because they’re had a nightmare. My youngest stays asleep most of the time and just whimpers which is particularly heart wrenching to hear. My eldest comes tearing into the room as if whatever horrific monster disturbed her sleep really was under her bed. Although by the state of her bedroom most days the monster would do himself more damage standing on Lego or Lalaloopsy dolls before he reached the door, good get away plan for a 6-year-old.

Sweet Dreams!

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