Children...

I don't want them to grow up too quickly and miss what being young and carefree is all about.
I want them to enjoy it all. But being their mom, I want to be part of their enjoyment too...So far so good.
My other children- the Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retrievers
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 February 2011

Worries

Somethings are mind over matter. If I don't think about them, they will go away or sort themselves out. I'm talking about problems. Some are little some are big. Some are manageable and some are bigger then me and I know I can't do something about them yet they worry me anyway.


If the problem isn't on your door step, do you really need to worry about it? If you don't turn on the TV, does it concern you? Or if you don't answer the phone, will you not hear about it?


I worry and sometimes it gets the best of me. I wouldn't go as far as saying worries stress me out because of course I do yoga and that is supposed to sort the stress out. Yah, down dogs and Sheba's. But they do get in my head and I find the best way to fix the worry is to do just that, fix it. 


-House is a mess, clean it.
-Old dog going blind, don't throw balls in the garden for him anymore.
-Can't find a good house sitter, leave Rooster at home for the family holiday.(Yes that is mean and not quite true but it sorts the dog/house issue out for our holiday)
-Mother driving you mad, don't answer her calls and write a nice trivial letter to her instead, even if she is calling from Florida.
-Bank account a little low, stop spending money on your card and use Roosters instead.(Also a little mean but really I can buy new knickers from Sainsbury's and just put them on the grocery bill)


Then there are the other worries in my life,my biggest worries really. My children are getting older and my parents are getting old. To watch two grow up and to not see two growing old really does worry me. To know when to let go and when to hang on tighter are very hard skills to master. I don't always get it right. 


Outside my chicks school the other day, a man approached an older student and offered to sell her drugs. The girl had enough sense to say no and tell a teacher. My dad is going to a neurologist to be tested for Parkinson's. Do I wrap daughter and father up in a cozy blanket and tell them it's all going to be OK? Or do I just wrap myself up and tell myself it's going to be OK?


 But what about the bigger worries? War, Floods, gangs, The Olympic Stadium being torn down after it's use and rebuilt as a football stadium?
I think I'll just read about these in the paper over a cup of tea and reflect on them accordingly.


No wonder I still have a headache. Maybe I should up the yoga to 3 times a week.









Tuesday, 5 January 2010


All's well that ends well. Christmas has come and gone, though there is still a tree in my kitchen, it's too cute to get rid of yet. Anyway, one of my chicks doesn't even go back to school until next week!
Disastrous news in the real hen house. Fantastic Mr Fox payed me a visit over the Children's Christmas holiday and stole 3 of my girls! Bloody fox. I of course was the most affected by this and so I should be. I am the care giver here. 3 new girls have moved in with Chicklet and though it has taken her a while, she has accepted at least 2 of them. I think the third one which of course is the coolest looking one, might be a young rooster. He is returnable as I don't need a rooster blowing his horn as I have the neighbours' one to do htat already. We'll see.
Lots of sporting events kept us all on our toes this Christmas. It kept me bundled up in several layers most of the time as the rest of the family sported and I photographed. Someone has to document our sorry lives. I didn't have the camera when we joined the other 76,000 fans at Twickenham after Christmas for the Wasps v Quins. I wish I did because what a sight, it was great fun. Our new treadmill has arrived this morning for the post Christmas feast shifting. I wonder how long it will stay downstairs in it's huge box before we decide to actually make use of it? It involves carring it up 2 sets of stairs so already it is putting me off and I am trying to forget about it. I think I will just look at my yoga DVDs for awhile instead.
Happy New Year

Monday, 19 May 2008

Hooray for Mondays


I'm at two minds about Mondays.
Some I love.
You know the ones that open like a Cath Kidston catalogue, sunny and bright.
I'd like to live in a Cath Kidston catalogue. 
I don't think my son would  like it but I know my little girl would.
colourful flower, warm pale blue stripes, dining al fresco in perfect weather under the trees with a bright peony patterned table cloth...
Oh sorry, that's me again. 
Those are the good Mondays.
Then there is the Monday that opens with potential and crumbles hopelessly into  just another yucky day. 
Wearing two sweaters in mid May is just plain sad. 
It makes me feel sad and a sad person moves slowly.
I had to repeat yoga moves this morning because they just wouldn't register with my body. 
Down Dog then get up.
Hello! Get up.
On Sunday nights, I lay in bed and think of all the great things that I could do starting on the Monday morning. 
Tescos and the school run just don't help the mood. 
I think I need some inspiration; oh and some more sunshine.
I have to say though, my four little time wasters  at the end of the garden perked me up some.
They don't care if it's Monday or Christmas really - do they?
They also don't care if it's chilly and grey out.
The little hens still lay a lovely egg or two for me.