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angharad_gamI bought a 1000 piece jigsaw in the supermarket on the weekend. It was only $4 and I thought 'bargain!' I used to be quite into jigsaws when I was young, but it became more of my sister's thing and so I haven't done any for years. Anyway, three days and a very sore back later I finished it. I think in future I will stick to doing them on the X-Box. At least then I won't get a headache from bending over the table, or have the kids undoing it while I'm at work (actually that may not be true, as Ashwyn gets into everyone's X-Box accounts without fear or favour and turns our avatars into overweight South Asians - I don't know why he favours that particular shape/face/skintone but there you go). Then again I saw a 4000 piece puzzle in the games shop on the way home today.....
Meanwhile I have been offered an interview for my promotion. Yay! But nervous too, of course. I thought they'd do it via video conference, but they're actually flying me to Canberra for it. This mean I have to get up at 5am to catch the plane and get to be brain dead and tired during it. I could possibly ask if I could fly over the night before, but I'd probably just spend most of the night tossing and turning in a hotel room bed anyway, and might actually get less sleep. And if life has taught me anything in the last few years it is how to continue functioning when brain dead and tred. Anyway, think thoughts of confidence and eloquence my way on 21st April. This is the day before I get my biopsy results back, so it's going to be an interesting week, that one.
And my parents are coming to visit next week, so interesting times for the next little while, really. Not that my parents visiting is bad - it's actually good because they take the kids off our hands and allow us to have a bit of a break, but our house is really not designed for seven people (it's a bit of a squeeze some days with five).
It was Erin's birthday today. She is now eight. Eight is definitely not small child anymore. This also means it's been eight years since we became parents. Time flies when you're not getting any sleep. And yet, at the same time, it's hard to remember life before parenthood. That may be some kind of coping mechanism :-P I've been tossing around a theory lately that children convert their parent's time into energy by some kind of quantum gravity process. This is why I never have any time and my kids seem to have boundless energy. However, given that I have neither time nor energy, and the kids have both in abundance, Occam's Razor would decree a simple one to one transformation. But I like the quantum gravity idea.
I went to my second yoga class again this week for the first time in longer than I realised. I have not been there since the first week of February. The ankle had mixed feelings about it. I actually tried getting about without the support bandage a bit the last few days, but yesterday the swelling was worse. I don't know if it was lack of bandage, or something I did in the Monday yoga class or the fact that I twisted it a bit getting on the bus, but I am resigned to the bandage, and being unable to do Janu Sirsasana properly for a bit longer yet. And now I am going to have a bath.
Meanwhile I have been offered an interview for my promotion. Yay! But nervous too, of course. I thought they'd do it via video conference, but they're actually flying me to Canberra for it. This mean I have to get up at 5am to catch the plane and get to be brain dead and tired during it. I could possibly ask if I could fly over the night before, but I'd probably just spend most of the night tossing and turning in a hotel room bed anyway, and might actually get less sleep. And if life has taught me anything in the last few years it is how to continue functioning when brain dead and tred. Anyway, think thoughts of confidence and eloquence my way on 21st April. This is the day before I get my biopsy results back, so it's going to be an interesting week, that one.
And my parents are coming to visit next week, so interesting times for the next little while, really. Not that my parents visiting is bad - it's actually good because they take the kids off our hands and allow us to have a bit of a break, but our house is really not designed for seven people (it's a bit of a squeeze some days with five).
It was Erin's birthday today. She is now eight. Eight is definitely not small child anymore. This also means it's been eight years since we became parents. Time flies when you're not getting any sleep. And yet, at the same time, it's hard to remember life before parenthood. That may be some kind of coping mechanism :-P I've been tossing around a theory lately that children convert their parent's time into energy by some kind of quantum gravity process. This is why I never have any time and my kids seem to have boundless energy. However, given that I have neither time nor energy, and the kids have both in abundance, Occam's Razor would decree a simple one to one transformation. But I like the quantum gravity idea.
I went to my second yoga class again this week for the first time in longer than I realised. I have not been there since the first week of February. The ankle had mixed feelings about it. I actually tried getting about without the support bandage a bit the last few days, but yesterday the swelling was worse. I don't know if it was lack of bandage, or something I did in the Monday yoga class or the fact that I twisted it a bit getting on the bus, but I am resigned to the bandage, and being unable to do Janu Sirsasana properly for a bit longer yet. And now I am going to have a bath.
