Just to keep me out of mischief I’m doing a Phoenix Order on Sunday, last one before Easter as I need to stock up with activities for the school holidays!
Just to add to the busyness of our lives, we decided to build an extension (rather than move) to accommodate our beautiful family more comfortably. Our builders seem very genuine and down to earth – they call me ‘flower’ which I rather like.
Nothing happened on Day One (Monday) so no need to share anything, made tea and then they went off to book in all the stores and equipment. Easy, thank goodness as I have Flu.
Day Two lovely Tom arrives to clear things away and make preparations, tea and all done in two hours…
Mmm, Day Three of our extension and more tea made…most interestingly they have taken up the first part of the old concrete and found a mini – yes, a real rusty old mini car from the 60’s. Words escape me to be honest, nothing with this project seems straightforward. It was a tough decision but I decided to laugh over crying, mainly because we’ve run out of tissues after the latest snot virus has done the rounds. Just to spice things up 3.5yr old had a 2 hour meltdown. It’s one of those days that lasts forever and we haven’t even got to swimming and then dinner… wish me luck.
Some people have politely asked about the name for my blog – so I thought I should explain…
I’m wonderfully average, always have been. I was average at school, college and have always been a version of ‘good’ in the many years of work appraisals. I’m average height, slightly over average weight *ahem* and have a super average family, for a while there when I was pregnant last year I actually had 2.5 children. But average is good, I have excelled at it – and finally feel that I’m coming to terms with being average as a positive thing. My formative years and schooling were spent encouraging greatness, that at any moment something amazing would be done or achieved and I was often disappointed with my own exploits as they were never quite worthy of a round of applause. I also compared myself to others a lot – and I was never quite as pretty, clever, talented, slim, etc etc.
it’s now that I’m a bit more mature I can appreciate the value of things like being happy, content, at peace and that constant striving to impress others is a great loss of energy and time – and most importantly I’m unlikely to ever reach the ‘top’. So, I’m learning to use my ‘inner compass’ and just impress myself… here goes!