25 June 2010

Eyes Wide Open


So easy to walk around half asleep. Or half awake. Whichever. Neither is good.
There's so much happening. The world is turning, life is passing by... I need my eyes open.
Thankyou Cat and Gail for your thought-provoking posts. I am taking a leaf from your books and listing here some things I've noticed, now that I stop to think about it...

THINGS I HAVE NOTICED...

  • Time flies. It really does. Time's wings are silvery sleek and she just slips past without us realising.
  • Time is slippery and impossible to grasp. You can't hold onto a moment no matter how hard you try.
  • Time brings change. Always. Constant change is the paradox we live in.
  • Chubby sticky dimpled little hands are wonderful to hold. They make your heart go flip-flop.
  • Grownups are always busy. Kids find that quite annoying.
  • Temper tantrums can often be halted by a snuggle or a warm shower (that goes for grownups too).
  • Leaving dinner prep until 5pm is a guaranteed recipe for chaos.
  • My kids watch too much television... Way. Too. Much.
  • Letting my kids watch too much TV is way too convenient. It is also a recipe for guilt.
  • Chaos and guilt are just plain awful! They leave a terrible taste in my mouth and a nasty ache in my stomach. Those recipes suck!



  • Certain songs really tug at my heartstrings. Abba: Slipping Through my Fingers. There's one to make you think.
  • Little girls grow up too fast. You want to hold onto them and always be able to kiss their sweet sleeping cheeks and put pigtails in their hair, but you can't do it forever.
  • Spending time with good friends is like taking medicine. I feel so much better knowing I am not the only mother struggling with guilt and chaos.
  • The Housework is not going anywhere. If I clean up, the mess will be back in five minutes, so i might as well play choochoo trains instead.
  • Playing choochoo trains is a good use of the afternoon. It is also good medicine for guilt over the excessive amount of TV certain little people watched earlier.


  • No matter how much dinner I put on my schoolboy's plate he will still come back later looking for weetbix.
  • No matter how much weetbix my schoolboy has before bed, he will still call out asking for a drink of milk and a cookie. Might as well just accept that fact and go with it.
  • Children grow up too fast. While I was sleeping my baby turned into a toddler, my toddler turned into a schoolboy. And as soon as I turn my head away for a second I just know that my schoolboy will become a teenager. It will happen in the blink of an eye and I can't stop it or slow it down.


  • No matter how many good intentions I have, with the slightest excuse I will not make it to the gym that day. Or that week. Or the week before. I really should never have signed up.
  • Some things never change. Once a procrastinator, always a procrastinator. Once a workaholic always a blogaholic, er... um... yes I admit it. My blogging addiction is out of control. 
  • I need to turn off my computer more. But it's so haaaard! I like it here in Blogland. There is no guilt or chaos. Just afterwards. When I walk out and find...

    > the toddler has taken the Sky access card and used it to play shops. It will take an all out hunt by the whole family to find it and restore access to our TV...

    > the toddler has become very adept at changing DVDs all by himself; he can work the remote just great. I know this because I left him watching Thomas the Tank Engine, but when I return he is watching Hi-5...

    > the toddler has helped himself to three yoghurts from the fridge. he is walking around eating them and dropping glops of yoghurt in a trail behind him...

    >he also helped himself to some fresh baked scones and there is one smeared into the rug in the lounge. I only have myself to blame...

These are the things that happen when I do not notice what is going on. When I walk around half awake or half asleep. Whichever. Neither is Good. I need to wake up and live more completely in the Real World. Because Time flies. It really does.



Abba: Slipping Through my Fingers. !!!WARNING!!!Tissue Alert!!!


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