Mary Poppins has left the building

Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
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Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Woody wakes early and chipper. Noah wakes early but not chipper.   And I wake neither early nor chipper.

We have no bread and no cereal and no apples and Woody is no longer chipper.

I have a shower and get dressed and get ready to face the world.  Noah brings me tea.  Very good.

Noah convinces Woody to have Weetabix for breakfast and they play Lego and by 7.30am we are all smiles again.  Phew.

Now we chat and play and life is good.  Noah pops out to the shops and Woody embarks on another round of breakfast involving an apple, a banana and some toast.

Woody gets ready for school and I get my stuff together for the day.

I take Woody to school whilst Noah gets on with work.  Woody is delighted to be at preschool and gets on with playing.  He has received a party invitation and I have received an invitation to the school's Mothers Day morning tea.  Lovely!

I leave Woody playing happily and I head down to coast to Burleigh as I have an interview for my magazine article.  Someone wrote in and liked my article and agreed to be interviewed.  Super.  It is a fabulous morning in Burleigh.  The beach, the water, the sun, it is all too gorgeous for words.  The place is alive with mums and bubs and dog walkers and people exercising and people surfing and glamorous people just being glamorous.

I meet up with the lady I am interviewing, have a gorgeous coffee and we chat happily and easily for an hour and a half.  She is American, has just moved to Burleigh, and has just bought a business.  We seem to have a fair bit in common and it is just a lovely way to spend the morning.

We say our farewells and I have an unwelcome realisation when I go to the public toilets.  At our local Broadwater Park, there is sometimes this gorgeous lemongrass smell when the wind blows in certain directions.  For weeks now I have been sniffing trees, shrubs, and grasses trying to find this gorgeous smell.  Today, at the public toilets in Burleigh Heads I realise that smell I love is the disinfectant they clean the public toilets with.  Disappointment.

I head back over to Southport singing my heart out to a CD and enjoying the sunshine and being on the coast.  I call in at the shops and have sushi for lunch, write a bit of a meal plan, and then do the shopping.  I am getting stuff done, have lightness of heart, and a spring in my step.

And then Noah calls.  He did not get either job at Billabong.  Heart sinks in an instant.  He is gutted.  I am gutted.  I head to the sweet aisle a buy a packet of 'chico babies’ and then head home – with a heavy heart.  When I get home, neither Noah nor I can even muster up a smile, not even a fake smile. We put the groceries away and have a stilted and painful conversation about what we do next.

Noah gets on with constructive stuff and makes some calls and I look up some blogs online – with a view to changing the nature of our travel blog – on the grounds we are not actually travelling and to see if there is a way we can make it revenue generating.  Clutching at straws springs to mind....  I eat an entire packet of ‘chico babies’ which makes my sugar sensitive skin burn.  Aaargh, and I did not even feel any better for it.  Australians will appreciate it was probably more of a pineapple lump moment anyway.

Then we head out to the library and get some ‘inspiring’ books – as we are going to need to come up with a revised plan of attack at some point.  Maybe not today.  It is all about the timing, and we are not in a good place just now to be positive.  I can normally summons up enough inner ‘Mary Poppins’ to cheer through things, but not today.  Today, I flip the bird to Mary Poppins.

In the car Noah and I do not speak.  It’s a tough old day.  I don’t speak because I think I might cry.  As is the way, a relevant song comes on about a couple not speaking – oh the irony.  Now I think about it I should have just changed the track.  There is another song on the  same CD about a couple getting through a tricky situation and being stronger because of it.  In hindsight, that probably would have been a better choice of song.

We pick Woody up from school.  He is chatty and has had a great day.  He is all smiles and it is hard to stay grumpy, but I manage it.

When we get home, Woody plays Lego, Noah works, and I lie on the floor in the sun.  The only thing that makes me smile is thinking about a big bottle of gin (with slim line tonic – obv), some Yorkshire puddings and gravy, and skyping Mrs Awesomestow-Eve.  (Although with the time difference, it would mean one of us would have to have gin and Yorkshire puds for brekkie!) Woody gets fed up and wants someone to play with him but I am cracking on with the blog (so I can capture this melancholy!),  so he ends up watching a DVD.  (Guilty parent moment.)  He has not slept today and is shattered.

So I make dinner and there must be a little bit of ‘Mary Poppins’ still in me because I make Sunshine Risotto for dinner (Risotto with only yellow and orange ingredients )– Woody loves it!

I am not sure if I should go to Zumba, as we should be tightening our metaphorical belts, but Noah suggests it might help get rid of some of my aggression.  (Aggression?  Me?)  I also think that I comfort eat with gusto – so a bit of exercise might be wise.

So, I pop Woody in the bath and I do my 30 day shred (as it is crippling to do it after Zumba).  Once I am shredded, I jump in the car and go to Zumba leaving Noah and Elwood to a Dr Seuss marathon.

Zumba is excellent and I even find myself smiling.  Good.  I am properly shattered.

Back at home Noah does his shredding, I finish the blog and think about food.  We’ll have some dinner in a sec and chat about what we do next.

Sensible suggestions welcome.  Good night lovely people.xx
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