.
The door clicks shut behind me and it takes all my will
power not to run.
power not to run.
I can hear the “find your shoes/put your shoes on/where are
your hats?/go to the toilet” opera belting behind me and my feet fly to the
lift. I slap that down button.
your hats?/go to the toilet” opera belting behind me and my feet fly to the
lift. I slap that down button.
“SUNSCREEN! WHO NEEDS SUNSCREEN?” smashes through the walls
and I punch that defenceless button over and over like my choice of chardonnay
has just gone on sale at Dan’s.
and I punch that defenceless button over and over like my choice of chardonnay
has just gone on sale at Dan’s.
It is Sunday and lycra legs Husband early morning bike ride has earnt
me a little R & R.
me a little R & R.
I have always been a fan of the Sunday Sesh. A little
element of mischief, wildly dicing with Monday work day danger, giddily sipping
bubbles in the afternoon sunshine. The chance to actually talk to your friends
and be heard without having to sign language over cranking music like you do on
a Saturday night. Sunday sundowners sipping bubbly nectar. Aaaaahhhhhhh…..
element of mischief, wildly dicing with Monday work day danger, giddily sipping
bubbles in the afternoon sunshine. The chance to actually talk to your friends
and be heard without having to sign language over cranking music like you do on
a Saturday night. Sunday sundowners sipping bubbly nectar. Aaaaahhhhhhh…..
And now? Two kids
later?
later?
There are many ‘tweaked’ forms of a Sunday Sesh post babes.
Here are my choice few.
1. SLEEP BABY SLEEP SESH
In the early baby blur, Sunday was the only
chance to close the blinds, put your soft PJ’s on and try to block out the
sound of the baby. Just block it all out and reboot. Still love the luxury of a
nanna nap; now rare as hen’s teeth. Which leads me to…
chance to close the blinds, put your soft PJ’s on and try to block out the
sound of the baby. Just block it all out and reboot. Still love the luxury of a
nanna nap; now rare as hen’s teeth. Which leads me to…
2. THE CHOOK SQUAWK SESH
The afternoon gaggle with the girls. Preferably
gulping as much sparkling as possible in the allotted time. Bit of a do-si-do as you grab your
girlfriends by the arm and swing around to gas bag to all of them. Beware; most
conversations end in laughter with tears running down your face and way too
many mummy knees crossed uncomfortably tight. Screeching stories of days gone
by, despairing our lost years, exaggerating our oh so ‘wild’ youth; yet secretly excited to
get home to a bear hug, little faces alight with love, and a hot bath.
gulping as much sparkling as possible in the allotted time. Bit of a do-si-do as you grab your
girlfriends by the arm and swing around to gas bag to all of them. Beware; most
conversations end in laughter with tears running down your face and way too
many mummy knees crossed uncomfortably tight. Screeching stories of days gone
by, despairing our lost years, exaggerating our oh so ‘wild’ youth; yet secretly excited to
get home to a bear hug, little faces alight with love, and a hot bath.
3. DOMESTOS BLISS SESH
The ‘please take the kids to the playground
so I can mop the floors’ sesh. Not as bad as it sounds. Kind of boo, but the trick is to find that silver lining. You see, this sesh can be accompanied by a glass of wine, soft
cheese and/or M&M’s and your pick of music…cranked up loud.
so I can mop the floors’ sesh. Not as bad as it sounds. Kind of boo, but the trick is to find that silver lining. You see, this sesh can be accompanied by a glass of wine, soft
cheese and/or M&M’s and your pick of music…cranked up loud.
Or….my choice for today…a newie for the
collection…but I think I like it!
collection…but I think I like it!
4. THE “I DON’T GIVE A (GIGGLE AND) HOOT WHAT YOU
THINK” SESH
I slapped on lipstick and deodorant,
grabbed my purse, phone and notepad and made a run for it… No friends lined
up. No actual destination as such. Because today, I went exploring. New to town and spoilt for choice with options on my doorstep, I tried not to skip down the
hill. I rearranged my jail break face to that of cool impassivity, strolled into a few shops and bought some cheeky tops because I had no children playing hide and seek between the racks!I then began a much required intensive course in
“what Sydney women are wearing”. In order to meet the requirements of this course,
it was necessary to stroll aimlessly in to a bar. Alone. And…To stay in disguise…I also needed to
order a drink. It proved a wise guise.
grabbed my purse, phone and notepad and made a run for it… No friends lined
up. No actual destination as such. Because today, I went exploring. New to town and spoilt for choice with options on my doorstep, I tried not to skip down the
hill. I rearranged my jail break face to that of cool impassivity, strolled into a few shops and bought some cheeky tops because I had no children playing hide and seek between the racks!I then began a much required intensive course in
“what Sydney women are wearing”. In order to meet the requirements of this course,
it was necessary to stroll aimlessly in to a bar. Alone. And…To stay in disguise…I also needed to
order a drink. It proved a wise guise.
It seems, even if the rain is hammering
outside (Oh no! I may just be stuck here!!), one must wear tight, summer
clothes; with really high shoes. But really NICE shoes!! I tucked my Kmart sandals
further under the table and continued to scan. Pram alert: BEEP BEEP AVOID!!!
Move…far, far away. I love my kids, but MAN, I am on my GAP arvo!
outside (Oh no! I may just be stuck here!!), one must wear tight, summer
clothes; with really high shoes. But really NICE shoes!! I tucked my Kmart sandals
further under the table and continued to scan. Pram alert: BEEP BEEP AVOID!!!
Move…far, far away. I love my kids, but MAN, I am on my GAP arvo!
Classy ladies, indeed! How do they do their
makeup? How do they actually get that ‘messy hair look’ to look so damned ‘right’!
And all sporting Bondi to Bronte buttocks to boot.
makeup? How do they actually get that ‘messy hair look’ to look so damned ‘right’!
And all sporting Bondi to Bronte buttocks to boot.
And as I write, sip and scan, I can feel my
shoulders relax.
shoulders relax.
I do not give a crap that I look like a
weirdy, sitting along, scrawling away wildly in an exercise book with a bic
pen. Yep – dinosaur, I know. I would have felt stupid once, but not anymore. Too old to
waste energy on that.
weirdy, sitting along, scrawling away wildly in an exercise book with a bic
pen. Yep – dinosaur, I know. I would have felt stupid once, but not anymore. Too old to
waste energy on that.
Lucky.
Because the rain has just kicked it up a
notch….
notch….
and I might just have to have another….
Looks like I’m in for a long sesh….
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