Over the weekend we went down to visit the Mothership-in-law's house at the coast with Galumph's sister, and it was marvellous. What with falling off bikes, and stitches and the like, we all needed a bit of R and R. The Galumph spent most of the weekend on the couch, nursing sore limbs, Grumbles had a ball exploring a new place, and I finished one sleeve of my Yoga wrap. There were walks in the forest, and walks on the beach. It really felt like the cobwebs had been swept away!
I still felt that vibe of freshness when I woke up this morning, so I decided to throw my usual routine out the window (which is run around madly doing dishes, laundry etc before bustling down the street to do errands and then back in time for Grumbles' sleep). I cranked up the stereo, Grumbles found a pair of my heels to put on, and we danced the morning away. We still had the music in our toes as we popped on down the street for storytime at the library, and on the way home I though "Gee, let's make a morning of it - I'm going to shout myself a piece of hedgehog slice!". I should have known it was too good to last, this feeling of being in control, and complete. As soon as I stepped in the coffee shop I was assualted with the smell of coffee, with orders being barked over my head. The combination immediately took me back to my first year uni days, where I worked a morning shift at a city cafe. The guy who ran the shop was horrid, as were most of his impatient, very-important-money-making customers. I used to loath going to work. Eeek. Now, in this shop, I found myself flailing under the glare of the insolent girl behind the counter, and when she asked me what I wanted, I spurted a stream of gibberish at her in a slightly mild trip-down-horror-memory-lane panic. She raised an eyebrow, asked me what I wanted again, and this time I was so determined to spit it out properly that I enunciated every single syllable of my request so clearly that I think she thought I was affected.
Sigh. Will I ever get it right, and stop being intimidated by narky shop assitants with ugly piercings? Who knew hedgehog slice came with such a high price of confidence crushing? Maybe one day - ONE DAY! - I'll feel like a proper grown up. Probably when I'm 84, and then I'll cark it the next day, knowing my luck!
At any rate, only one sleeve of ye old Yoga wrap to go. That's something.
PS - Thanks everybody for the Galumph's get well messages. He blushed everytime a new one came in - ahhhh!