- Getting weeds out of Dave's mum's drive so that it's all clear and tidy for her
- Delicious Chinese - especially my chicken chow mien
- Lovely conversation with Lottie where she suddenly realised, 10 months in, that technically I'm her step mother. But she says she loves me too much to call me a step mother, I'm just me. I felt all puffed up and so full of happiness I could have burst.
- Tikka's ears all excited when I played with her with her ball
- Teamwork with the kids - a nice feeling
Monday, 2 August 2010
Grace in Small Things: 86 of 365
Grace in Small Things: 85 of 365
- Garrys pictures from his campus in Skye - so pretty
- Meeting the man from Finance who appears to have a brain in his head, the ability to do forward thinking and a desire for change
- Finishing an email about unicode I've been putting off for weeks
- Sorting out UHI's UCAS problem
- Ticking things off of lists
Grace in Small Things: 84 of 365
- Coming home to a big purry welcome from the cats
- Ginger biscuits coated in dark chocolate, sat on a bench on the platform at Birmingham International Station with Jeanette in the sunshine
- Coming home to a Mozz to snuggle
- Packing done with no tears!
- Sitting on a couch in the Hilton, cross legged in my long stripy socks learning SRL syntax from David and Garry. I felt clever and tired and comfortable and happy and content.
Grace in Small Things: 83 of 365
- Being told I was the most beautiful woman in the room, by someone other than Dave.
- Twice :o)
- Seeing Dave P and Gary and Garry and other nice people that I like and think I'm clever, all in one place
- Winning at Roulette. In my dreams, I have a plan...
- Having a bath in a bath where my toes fitted under the water without getting into a contortionists act
- Watching Dave P try and become one of us by assuming a pseudonym - Drake Silver - and claiming to be our DBA all night rather than a consultant :)
Grace in Small Things: 82 of 365
- Frozen yoghurt
- Clean bedding
- Butternut squash
- Finally deploying smart client at work
- Drawing a smiley face in Biro on Mozz's bum whilst he wasn't really paying attention, and giggling to myself silently as he never worked out what I'd done...
Grace in Small Things: 81 of 365
- Sticky sausages. Yum.
- The soft, sticky marshmallow in the centre of a teacake...
- The pleasure on Ben's face when I gave him his wedding card - I think he likes to be thought of more than he lets on
- That I love Ols enough to get so very upset on his behalf
- Esme doing her comedy laptop head butting and mouse chasing
Grace in Bigger Things
I have been rather slack at updating this online, but my little note pad is up to date, I shall keep updating when I can till I’m back to where I’m supposed to be!
I have been off from the land of t’internet at a conference, and then at Dave’s mum’s. The conference went really well, I had a nice time seeing lots of people, being thought of as intelligent and physically not doing too bad either. I even managed some wine without feeling sick as I’d managed to hold off a bit on some of the tablets – hurrah!
The trip up to Dave’s mums, however, was less of a psychological success.
On numerous occasions I got left behind places and generally the fact that I’m not up to yomping about places was treated as if I was doing it on purpose to be difficult or awkward. No allowances were made for my creakiness, and this then caused tension because Dave then got cross because his brother and wife were making his wife feel like crap because she couldn’t keep up with an over energetic 4 year old. Or yomp at pace. Or get places as fast in the morning. Or stay up as late. I then felt bad that I was causing tension between them all and urgh. What a mess. I had felt all a bit pumped up about my success at the conference and my body’s ability to stick with it, and then to have this made me feel like I’d been run over by a steam roller. All my newly acquired self confidence vanished into dust, and I felt worse than I had done about my frustrating body than in a long time.
But, in light of this little trip, I am newly appreciative of all the people who do love me enough to slow down and make allowances. Like Dave, and the kids, who must temper much more of what they do with me and the speed that they do it at much more than I had kind of recognised. My work colleagues all walk at my pace when with me, and offer to get things from downstairs when I’m up in the office. My family do little bits and bobs like bring food when they come round for tea to help out, and on occasion my mum has helped me do cleaning and things.
I’m trying to think of this whole experience in a positive light – I’ve suddenly realised how many people actually do support me. There was a Chronic Babe blog carnival recently that focussed on who was in your “team” and I felt sad and lonely, and unable to join in, because it felt like my team only included Dave, Mum and Dad. But that’s not true at all. There are the kids, some of my work colleagues, the cats, Magic Janet the cleaner, Belle and Penny, my sisters’ friends who look in on me sometimes and after the cats when we’re away. My sister and her boyfriend are kind of on the edges but supportive when they can be as their lives are so mental themselves! There are the chronic babes, my WW ladies and my GP. My neighbours would help more if I could bring myself to ask (but I can’t – that’s my problem though!) and I have a wide network of friends that though I don’t see in person, do still think of me. So I guess this whole experience has been a learning one – I was less grateful than I thought, and more closed to the people who help me than I had thought. I am newly thankful, and will try to take time over the next week or so to tell these people how much I appreciate them. Because I really do.
I have been off from the land of t’internet at a conference, and then at Dave’s mum’s. The conference went really well, I had a nice time seeing lots of people, being thought of as intelligent and physically not doing too bad either. I even managed some wine without feeling sick as I’d managed to hold off a bit on some of the tablets – hurrah!
The trip up to Dave’s mums, however, was less of a psychological success.
On numerous occasions I got left behind places and generally the fact that I’m not up to yomping about places was treated as if I was doing it on purpose to be difficult or awkward. No allowances were made for my creakiness, and this then caused tension because Dave then got cross because his brother and wife were making his wife feel like crap because she couldn’t keep up with an over energetic 4 year old. Or yomp at pace. Or get places as fast in the morning. Or stay up as late. I then felt bad that I was causing tension between them all and urgh. What a mess. I had felt all a bit pumped up about my success at the conference and my body’s ability to stick with it, and then to have this made me feel like I’d been run over by a steam roller. All my newly acquired self confidence vanished into dust, and I felt worse than I had done about my frustrating body than in a long time.
But, in light of this little trip, I am newly appreciative of all the people who do love me enough to slow down and make allowances. Like Dave, and the kids, who must temper much more of what they do with me and the speed that they do it at much more than I had kind of recognised. My work colleagues all walk at my pace when with me, and offer to get things from downstairs when I’m up in the office. My family do little bits and bobs like bring food when they come round for tea to help out, and on occasion my mum has helped me do cleaning and things.
I’m trying to think of this whole experience in a positive light – I’ve suddenly realised how many people actually do support me. There was a Chronic Babe blog carnival recently that focussed on who was in your “team” and I felt sad and lonely, and unable to join in, because it felt like my team only included Dave, Mum and Dad. But that’s not true at all. There are the kids, some of my work colleagues, the cats, Magic Janet the cleaner, Belle and Penny, my sisters’ friends who look in on me sometimes and after the cats when we’re away. My sister and her boyfriend are kind of on the edges but supportive when they can be as their lives are so mental themselves! There are the chronic babes, my WW ladies and my GP. My neighbours would help more if I could bring myself to ask (but I can’t – that’s my problem though!) and I have a wide network of friends that though I don’t see in person, do still think of me. So I guess this whole experience has been a learning one – I was less grateful than I thought, and more closed to the people who help me than I had thought. I am newly thankful, and will try to take time over the next week or so to tell these people how much I appreciate them. Because I really do.
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