Last Night

I took a friend of mine to the airport. I volunteered to take her because they’re very special to me and they’ve always been good to Damien and I. She’s going to her brother in England for 12 days and her husband left for Australia this morning for roughly the same length of time. They’re not even going to be together for their 10th wedding anniversary! I think it’s rather funny- but I know they’re both a little sad about it. I drove through to the airport and literally just dropped her off last night- her flight was leaving sometime around midnight I think so she had to be there by 9pm, and it’s not around the corner so I didn’t stay, I would really have liked to. Luckily I know that particular road like the back of my hand and I really like driving my car- a decent highway is a bonus! And I must compliment whoever runs and planned the airport- it’s a pleasure to go there. It looks like something out of a movie and it is so nicely marked as to make it easy to get in and out!

Some Truths To Make You Smile

I received this in my email a while ago and I been saving it for a day when I haven’t really written anything decent! Enjoy!
1. No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats.
2. When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair.
3. If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4. Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5. You can’t trust dogs to watch your food.
6. Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7. Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8. You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9. Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10. The best place to be when you’re sad is Grandpa’s lap.
1. Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2. Wrinkles don’t hurt.
3. Families are like fudge…mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4. Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.
5. Laughing is good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside.
6. Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
1. Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2. Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3. When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you’re down there.
4. You’re getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5. It’s frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6. Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.
7. Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

Damien Is Quizzed Again

Hey- I nearly forgot what happened yesterday! When I went to fetch Damien, the woman who looks after him was already at the gate chatting to another mom, and when she called for Damien, her 9yo son came running down the driveway while Damien was getting his stuff together. He showed me a picture that he had drawn of a car & said Damien had helped him with the flames on the side of the car.
Then he said: “Where’s Damien’s dad?”
Now, this is NOT the first time I’ve heard this question, but it floors me every time nonetheless because it catches me unawares!!
So I said: “He doesn’t have one sweetie.” Me maintaining a very matter-of-fact tone of voice, I mean, this is nerfectly pormal right?!?!?!
“Oh. Damien says he’s never seen his father” says the 9yo.
I replied “That’s right, he hasn’t”.
“Why not?” he asks.
By now Damien was at the car and climbing in with all his baggage and the 9yo’s mom had come to my window too.
“Because we split up before Damien was born.” I replied.
I often forget when dealing with kids who ask this question that usually, even if the parents were never married, the kids still see their dad every other weekend or month or school holiday. Divorce and weekend parenting is nothing new to our generation’s children. But not knowing your dad at all is a new one to a lot of kids unless they’re in the same kinda boat.
“What did he ask…?” says 9yo’s mom, catching the tail end of the conversation and suddenly concerned that he had been asking embarrassing questions. I quickly explained in the minimum of words and as lightly as possible that he had just asked where Damien’s dad was. Then we left. In the car I asked Damien how it had come up. He said that while they were drawing the 9yo had asked if Damien’s dad was an artist. Damien said “I dunno.” And it went on from there. Whenever Damien and I talk about his father I’m never sure exactly how much to say or ask. So I bit the bullet and asked him how he feels when someone asks him about his father. Is he hurt, or offended, is he sad, does he feel upset? Essentially, he implied that he is indifferent. Maybe he is after all this time, but I still worry about it!

Remember, Remember

A while back I posted about a friend of mine who desperately wanted children but the man she was with already had one from a previous relationship and didn’t want anymore… here’s a follow up for all of you who gave her advice! And with her permission, I’m quoting here from an email conversation she and I had.
…You are the first person I am saying this to, so bear with me if I don’t make sense: It’s been a month since we broke up and I am… FINE. And, honestly, I’ve been fine since week one. It’s just such a relief to be able to dream about the future and children and a family and all the things that all girls want and not be stuck with someone who’s not interested in all that. I can finally sit and fantasise about holding a baby… and not be angry at my partner cause he doesn’t want to give me that. When we used to be together, I would get so jealous when he spoke about how much he loves his daughter and how awesome it is, etc. Not because I wanted his attention, but because I wanted to feel that way about my own child. And I thought it very selfish of him to always rave and rant about ‘I love being a parent’ in front of me, knowing damn well that he’s not interested in awarding me the same privilege. We’re still friends and I’ll always have a place in my heart for him, but it’s never going to be more than that again. Now, the problem is: where do I meet the man who’s going to father my children?? I’m sure you know what I mean when I say there’s just no good ones out there…
I am SO impressed with and proud of her for taking such a bit step forward in her life! And I am convinced that the fact that she is fine with her decision is just proof positive that she made the right decision. You go girl!

This Morning Started Badly

for damien and i, it seems we argue every day over something he either did or did not do! this morning it was over the fact that he drank a tin of cooldrink last night- around bedtime- that i bought for him to take to his gymnastics party today. he snuck it out of the fridge and out of the kitchen right under my nose! and then when i asked him about it this morning he said i only bought him one! it took me fetching the receipt out of my handbag for him to admit to having drunk it last night! aaaaaargh! infuriating! so when he left for school he was not a happy camper and just mumbled goodbye and i love you. two seconds later, literally- he was at the door- excited and smiling because he found this rhino beetle in the passage! it was like nothing had happened.