and i want to Thank you...

for giving me the best daaaaayyy of my liiifffeee....

Hehe I heart Dido. She's soundtracked some really great and really shitty moments of my life.... among the things that i am grateful for, people and their ability to put words to music and make or break a mood is definitely up there on the list.

It's a short one for now- just because it's the third consecutive morning that i've been woken up through the night by a child expelling gross fluids and disgestive tract goodies... and i need a good pick me up, rinse me off and set me on my way again.

Hehe so after taking Che and Stella to childcare, vomit boy and i go for a wander through some bargain shops just to look at things and avoid going home where spew laundry and breakfast dishes lurk.

Jacie in the stroller is quiet til suddenly he yells CHEEEEEE! and points somewhere near the vicinity of the bottom shelf in a slippers and strange asian garments aisle. Strange, what on earth is Che doing there? I swore i dropped him off across the road the sneaky lil sod.

I turn the stroller to face me, kneel down and ask suspiciously 'Where's Che?' and he points again. There in amongst a random box of footwear i see it. And laugh.

Let me just say- Jacien, has always somehow been able to flippantly change my moods- whether via an unsolicited and rightly timed hug, a beaming smile, a strange and silly dance, or an object placed in my hands for no seeming reason.

He's the universes little messenger to remind me that it's all ok and life is  nice despite its regurgitations smelling putrid and messing up your sheets sometimes.

Anyway so he's pointing- not at Che, my 3 year old- (who for a fleeting moment in my demented illogical state of mind could quite possibly be hiding in some box under a shelf in a bargain shop)-  but what he associated with Che, something Yellow.

(Che's had an obssession with Yellow since he learnt colours so we all associate yellow with Che. Jacie however thinks the colour yellow is called 'Che'.)

'I wannit' He points. And despite my not gonna get anything promise before entering the store - i can't not get it...

Now - not everyone- probably no one but my sister Vinnie will understand why the following revelation of what the yellow object(s) was- would change any bad/tired/drained kinda mood i was this morning so drastically... and why i know the world has been innately good to me- coz  whenever a start whining it does these little things in my days to make me laugh and remind me that i am lucky and blessed in many many wonderful ways.

Thank you Jace, for these. They're too small for me... but they'll look happy on you.

Thank you for sunshine, and kids who kiss you with their gross snotty noses and laugh when you squirm away from them.

Thank you for people like Aunty Julie, who always remind me- that while i whine and lament like a spoilt child most days... the world is full of quiet, courageous and amazing people- Who get on with it and never look back long enough to complain.


Thank you to the powers that be- for allowing me to be as i am- sharing too much- talking too much- complaining too much. Then showing me that there are those who walk gently through life, who are one with everything, resentful of nothing- and are examples for which to aspire.

Thanks to sisters who pick up the bills when we're unable to - and lately the housework where its left- even when they have work and a kid and stuff and i have noticed and i'm very grateful for the break but you can stop and have your own break now... i got this. Haha...

Thanks to little sisters who want to pay for everything and think of nice things to do for me- just coz they have a job and money and are able to now.

And for the other sister too i guess i should mention- haha for all the little things, for giving the kids the luxuries of having designer brand names and choices of attire other than tshirts and trackies- and for always giving in to what they want. I guess spoiling (in moderation) is one of the few secret joys of watching children grow.

Thanks to awesome friends, who have shown me how differently  lives can deviate from a common path- but with unconditional love, comes unconditional support and all the things that come with that - so no matter what happens next, there're always those who will push you forward when you hesitate, who will watch you (without judgement) when you stumble and rejoice when you succeed- and who know, if you happen to get lost- the way back home.


Thank you Tuesday for the beautiful weather-  easing the sleep depravation with the sunnyside up blues.

Cheers to all.