With the year advancing to the finish line at a rapid pace, one hardly has time to stop and catch one’s breath. Just having come out of Easter, we are hurtled back into school and creche breaks, Mothers day, Fathers day, and every other day which eventually becomes a blur.
I found that a daily retreat to the local gym helps me to put things into perspective. Whilst I do a 5 km run on the treadmill, I mentally make a list of what cupboard needs to be exhumed with the last 3 years worth of clothing that’s become a forgotten pile at the back of the new line that’s taken its place.
A quick 10 minute row takes me into the kitchen where Tupperware lids need to find their partners, the chipped cups and plates need to be relegated into a “children stuff” cabinet for when dinners are served. Most children think they are grown up enough to use big peoples plates, parents are well aware of that in between stage when a plastic Ben Ten or Barbie plate is not good enough. And then it’s the drawer that keeps all the unopened chop sticks from the every Friday night “no cooking, I am tired” worth of sushi, not to mention the cookie cutters that never quite make the cut but rather tossed aside, for when I have time to make treats one day……, the plastic bags that are rolled up into samosa triangles, for when we “need to put this into the car..” but unfortunately never gets there. So much for saving the planet.
Lastly spinning, 45 more precious minutes of quality brain storming with myself. Home time is looming, 5 more minutes and I enter the front door. Gym bag is stowed away and the evening begins with a chaotic scramble for dinner, homework books, bath time, bedtime, story time, DSTV catch up, quick shower, bed. Before my head touches the pillow, my mental list of things to do has already been pushed aside until a distant tomorrow. I will get there eventually; I know I will.