Hey;
Left work early on Friday to remind me what my son's face looks like awake. It's uncanny that since writing (gloating) about contractors not being as susceptible to stresses at work that seems to be the only thing on my mind. Work is an absolute hell hole at the moment - stressed all the way up the Wahzoo. I need to catch myself every now and then and give thanks for the good things. I could be homeless...or worse...not have a gorgeous new bike to ride.
We potted about the place on Saturday. I'd planned to do something, anything, remotely resembling exercise, but instead curled up in a doona of lethargy and spent the best part of a beautiful day indoors veging out on recorded TV. Bodhi and I made a short trip to Bunnings (always a highlight) while The Lovely Samantha did her usual thing of potting about the place, sprinkling fairy dust and making everything sparkle.
In the evening we went out to a surprise birthday party in Darlinghurst which went a little longer than my Cinderella spell allows for these days but i think i acquitted myself suitably.
The Sunday morning nippers alarm rang out not 5 minutes after my head had hit the pillow from the previous night. Sam was comatose (and snoring) so it was left to me to ready the fire breathing dragon that passes for my son when he's been woken prematurely from his slumber. It still takes a lot of coercion and bribery to get him into his cute little Bronte speedos and pink cap on a Sunday morning, but he's come a long way since starting. No more tears, no more "i don't want to do it" he just gets on a gets it done. Ata boy Bodhi.
In the evening i did a bricking session (bike-run) and felt surprisingly OK. Only time will tell as to whether my haphazard training will be enough to retain the mantle of overall line honours at the Calla Beach Triathlon in two weeks. Stuey is still fat and out of shape, but Shane has been training every day and has fire in his eyes. He's the dark horse.
see ya,
Minas.
Left work early on Friday to remind me what my son's face looks like awake. It's uncanny that since writing (gloating) about contractors not being as susceptible to stresses at work that seems to be the only thing on my mind. Work is an absolute hell hole at the moment - stressed all the way up the Wahzoo. I need to catch myself every now and then and give thanks for the good things. I could be homeless...or worse...not have a gorgeous new bike to ride.
We potted about the place on Saturday. I'd planned to do something, anything, remotely resembling exercise, but instead curled up in a doona of lethargy and spent the best part of a beautiful day indoors veging out on recorded TV. Bodhi and I made a short trip to Bunnings (always a highlight) while The Lovely Samantha did her usual thing of potting about the place, sprinkling fairy dust and making everything sparkle.
In the evening we went out to a surprise birthday party in Darlinghurst which went a little longer than my Cinderella spell allows for these days but i think i acquitted myself suitably.
The Sunday morning nippers alarm rang out not 5 minutes after my head had hit the pillow from the previous night. Sam was comatose (and snoring) so it was left to me to ready the fire breathing dragon that passes for my son when he's been woken prematurely from his slumber. It still takes a lot of coercion and bribery to get him into his cute little Bronte speedos and pink cap on a Sunday morning, but he's come a long way since starting. No more tears, no more "i don't want to do it" he just gets on a gets it done. Ata boy Bodhi.
In the evening i did a bricking session (bike-run) and felt surprisingly OK. Only time will tell as to whether my haphazard training will be enough to retain the mantle of overall line honours at the Calla Beach Triathlon in two weeks. Stuey is still fat and out of shape, but Shane has been training every day and has fire in his eyes. He's the dark horse.
see ya,
Minas.
