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I don’t know why
it’s taken me the best part of four decades to figure this one out, but this
morning I had an epiphany of sorts.
I woke up. The weather was gorgeous! The kids were downstairs, television blaring
and by the sounds of rattling bowls, being fed.
My favourite part. The field
outside my window had grass the colour of the ocean blowing in the wind and I could
hear fledglings in the chimney. I felt
rested and ready to face the day. The tummy
bug had finally left the building having come back twice to take another bite
of two apples. Bastard thing.
Did I say the
weather was gorgeous? I decided there
and then I was going for a run. My first
in over a week.
As if she could
read my mind, our Juno dog appeared at the bedroom door. Or rather, her nose did. I called her name and she came in. Her wet, cold nose touched my hand in
greeting. She sniffed my runners and I swung
my legs out of bed.
I dressed quickly
and arranged to meet Mister Husband and the kids in town and I set off with the
dog.
It was
glorious. I felt totally and utterly at
peace with the world and with myself. We
weren’t the only ones on the road, Juno and I.
Plenty of cyclists, walkers and people with dogs passed us.
I took it nice and
handy as I had fallen foul of the tummy bug as well. The Sunday Business Show was being broadcast
in my ears and every time I felt my pace quicken I slowed it down. Nothing should be rushed on a Sunday.
Juno heard the car
before I did and we both turned on the roundabout to see our red Citroen C8
pass with windows wound down and four sets of waving kids’ arms sticking out
the windows.
Five minutes later
I joined my menfolk in the café for coffee and croissants.
A couple of hours
later we were in a shopping centre where I picked up the last of the copybooks
for next year. Yes, you read that
right. A few weeks ago I made a decision
not to be left with school supplies at the last minute and now I am finished
with the school books for next year.
I wandered into
Boots where I picked up one or two fripperies for myself. There is something so deliciously pleasing
about picking up a bottle of body lotion and an item of make-up that you don’t
actually need, but want.
We all need nice
things. Nice things are good for the soul. A wise lady named Claire once told me subconsciously
you don’t consider yourself important, good or worthy enough if you don’t treat
yourself every now and again.
Life is fast and we
all need to take it slowly on occasion; slow down our thought process and actions.
Today was the day I
chose to do that.
Nothing should be
rushed on Sundays.
And guess what? I still got everything done. The lunches made, the washing hung out, a
tear sewed (badly) in a red school jumper, lunch supplies picked up and right
now I am enjoying a cold glass of wine.
Because nothing
should be rushed on Sundays.
