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There Is Always Art

by Twitchy on August 19, 2014

You know those mornings you wake up and the Fuck You Bird is already singing?

“Those” mornings. The ones that don’t behave, you can’t put a foot right and just want to go back and start over? Yeah, those.

Last week was all about sick kids so I’ve been keen to get them back into routine. I too woke up queasy (but that’s only because we watched a graphic ep of Breaking Bad last night and I have the insides of a frilly pink girl).

As we pulled into the two-minute “Kiss and Go” zone at school Miss 7 pulled a last minute refusal. The kid who mucked up long after bedtime, gaily blasting showtunes from her bed like an unapologetic drunkard suddenly had a “sore tummy” and needed a “sleep-in”. (Hangover?)

We’ve just made some progress on wrenching school-morning separation anxiety, our teacher gently suggesting some tougher love. So I got out of the car, calmly hugged and reassured her, turned to make my leave. With time up and traffic banking, my girl clutched her abdomen with crossed arms and a crumpling face and cried out “BUT MY TUMMY HURTS! I’M TOO SICK FOR SCHOOL!”

Scanning for confounded, photo-snapping council officers, never mind onlookers, it was hard to think clearly. I urged my girl to go inside as she protested. Feeling like the worst mother ever, I drove off around the corner, not daring to look back. Sometimes I doubt I have the stones for this gig!

I was about to hotfoot it back but the wiser option was to phone. The Assistant Principal counselled me, checked in on the class, assured me my girl was already fine and that I’d done the right thing. I’d needed to hear that; a history of ASD parenting predisposes one to high sensitivity in these matters. Hooray for professional guidance and support!

Off home now for my coffee reward, where favoured vintage cups are a comfort…but too soon…SMASH!

Farewell treasured 50’s cup, with your curvaceous lines, petite base and glossy Pink Cocoa insides…

My husband ran in to find me standing somewhat mesmerised over the accident site.
“Why aren’t you wiping it up?”
“Oh…because despite my sads I’m loving the splash I just made.”

Wherever possible, all pain should be converted into some form of art don’t you think? At the very least, blogged?

image Your faithful service has been honoured, Pink Cocoa.

New café in hand, I hopped on the dying laptop to see- hold me! – I’d lost a Facebook Page Liker. (Pourquoi so cruel, world?)  

image And this afternoon, guess who greeted me at the school gate, all smiles?
“How was your day, Moopop?”
“Fantastic!”
(Eyeroll)

Well- tomorrow is always another day (with a morning in it) right? Please dog, let it not be one of “those“?

{ 14 comments… read them below or add one }

EssentiallyJess August 24, 2014 at 3:17 pm

I hate it when a favourite cup smashes. I also feel quite disappointed I just wasted good coffee/wine, but that’s another story.
I hate when they play sick, and you’re pretty sure they are not, but you never can tell. Glad the principal gave you the pat on the back you needed.
And I lost another liker today too. FB sucks!!!

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Emily @ Have A Laugh On Me August 21, 2014 at 4:46 pm

I must say that splash pattern is particularly impressive! I too had a sad drop off last week that I wasn’t expecting, in the 2-minute zone. I just wanted to scoop her up and bring her back home with me! I hope yesterday and today were improvements on the start of the week! Em – also visiting as part of #teamIBOT

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Hugzilla August 20, 2014 at 5:24 pm

Oh man, I hate those mornings. The ones that add insult to injury. Not looking forward to this school run nonsense next year *off to google boarding school*

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Twitchy August 20, 2014 at 9:54 pm

OH, all those extra runs for forgotten sports bags and lunches… you’d be shocked how quick a school day can go!

Grace August 20, 2014 at 3:28 pm

“Oh…because despite my sads I’m loving the splash I just made.” – you come up with the most memorable one-liners!
When are you going to start writing that comedy sit-com, girlfriend???

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Twitchy August 20, 2014 at 9:45 pm

Oh Lovely- so many ideas, not enough minions xxx

Bec @ The Plumbette August 20, 2014 at 2:10 pm

Gosh all this awaits me… My girls aren’t in school yet but this post is a good reminder to trust your instinct as a mum.

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Twitchy August 20, 2014 at 9:51 pm

Bec, good luck. It is more art than science and more mental workout than you often bargain for!

Annaleis August 20, 2014 at 1:31 pm

I hope today and yesterday were better days – I know exactly what you mean about ‘those’ days just getting worse and worse. We have been fighting the going to bed monster at the moment – so much so that i want to hide under my bed when it gets close to bed time each night!

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Twitchy August 20, 2014 at 9:47 pm

Oh no! That monster is visiting our house at the moment too. It also made me scoff a custard tart ;)

Renee Wilson August 19, 2014 at 10:55 pm

What a morning! Mine gave me a big fuck you as well when I couldn’t find my car keys. I frantically went through the stinking rubbish bin out on the street as the rubbish truck approached. Then my lovely old neighbour in her eighties heard me say fuck it and then I found my keys in my pocket. Let’s hope tomorrow is better for everyone!

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Twitchy August 19, 2014 at 11:51 pm

Renee! A big thank you and a little bit sorry. What a laugh- champagne comedy right there. And class all the way, I might add.

Twitchy August 19, 2014 at 10:01 pm

Aroha, cheeky buggers they are!
I’d found my spare cup. Caption under the second photo has gone missing! Will fix.

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Aroha @ Colours of Sunset August 19, 2014 at 9:27 pm

Oh man, must be the age for it, my 6 year old tries the old “I don’t feel well enough for school” often, but by the time we get to school he’s usually over it. Sorry about your cup :(

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