Cold Winter’s Night
For Christmas this year we went to Invermere. No extended family, no visiting, no schedules, just we three. It was a sweet moment of respite before the storm.
This semester the I’m winding down my day job, I have two sections at Mount Royal, the show starts, and oh, I’m starting my own consulting business. So it’ll be a bit nuts. And of course, to relax on one of my last non-crazy weekends, I decided to take down the tree, scrub the floors and bathrooms, make a delicious healthy dinner, go tobogganing, go shopping, and register Hannah for dance classes. In reality, I spent 13 dollars on 600 grams of quinoa flour to make tortillas that tasted much like I imagine festering algae would, the floors remain disgusting but I did manage to nap on the couch for about an hour this morning while Hannah played. To complete my application for the Mother of the Year award I’d like to note that she was playing on her leap pad and watching Brave on repeat the whole time. I did manage to get Hannah registered for dance classes, but only after about an hour of swearing and putting in a call to tech support at the local recreation centre because somehow over the last five years I’ve managed to start three online accounts there, none of which included the whole family. I exercised on Friday, and ate pizza and pop right after. For the rest of the weekend I remained sore, and pudgy. I’m not disappointed by my desultory performance as a mother and wife – not at all. It’s a snapshot of how I live my life, really, set your sights high, but keep your expectations low. And just remember those quiet perfect moments, when it doesn’t really matter anyway.
