A Window into Life in the Suburbs

"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Saturday, November 6, 2010


I did one of those rare things I don't usually get to do in the afternoons... I napped. It was also one of those rare weekends where I didn't have to be somewhere else. I was at home... all day. I did homey stuff... Two loads of washing, watched/listened to political lectures on You Tube, read to the 3 year old and played solitaire mahjong on my iPod.
Almost four hours later, I'm still trying to wake up.

(Picture: Edward Burne-Jones )

Napping is a luxury when your child doesn't nap more than once or twice a week. It hasn't been a great week for us, sleepwise. Coughs, colds, sick child. Still not sure what happened on Thurs night. I tossed and turned, tossed and turned. Opened my eyes at 2 am and then tried some deep breathing relaxation stuff. That didn't work, so I started reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes for a bit instead. I got to the bit about the blue carbuncle, felt sleepy and then finally fell asleep, only to be woken up at 6:30 by the sound of children banging around on the other side of the bedroom door.
Still, I managed to drag myself out of bed to do some cooking in the morning, take the 9 year old to school, come home, tidy up and then take ourselves to playgroup. A couple of friends and their children came over for lunch and then soon it was time to pick 9 year old up from school. All I wanted to do all afternoon was sink into bed and grab 40 winks.
This morning I got up before 5... I forgot to put on the eye mask which I found in one my travel bags before I went to Sydney. It looked kinda bright for 4-whatever-it-was o'clock.
After lunch, I sent the 3 year old off to bed and on this rare occasion, she did sleep. And so, I thought, should I. And I did.
Sleep is a lot like freedom... when you don't have it... you really feel its effects.

After such a terrible bout of respiratory infections this year, I've decided I should go back on the Rhinocort. I was brought up to despise drugs of all stripes/labels by my mother but bless her, she didn't have hayfever and I've had to live with it most of my life. And the Rhinocort has been immensely helpful in keeping a lot of bad stuff at bay in the past. My doctor started prescribing the heavy duty version last year (or was it the year before? I'm hazy on the details.) which really helped with night coughing issues. I didn't think I needed them this year but well... look how that turned out.

My playgroup friend, Glara, reckons we're both getting old and what we really need is exercise. I didn't disagree... She suggested we do a run around our suburb and I gagged. I said I would be amenable to walking first and then build up to jogging at a later stage. I'm so disgracefully unfit that I wouldn't last very long jogging for more than 10 minutes.
Baby steps.... baby steps.
To think I used to be a middle distance runner at school.


  1. i've used Rhinocort before, too! It's got a DISGUSTING after-taste, sadly ... ><" :P

  2. You know, I've never noticed it! :D


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