All posts tagged: priorities

Knowing when to send your cardboard castle to recycling

“Don’t come in, Mum!” “We’re making a surprise!” The door to my seven-year-old son’s room is closed and I’m leaning in, ear to wood panels, to hear muffled exchanges between him and his three-year-old sister. There’s the occasional screech of sticky-tape being pulled from a dispenser, the snip of scissor blades and rustling of paper, plastic and who knows what else. I smile and leave them to it. How I love it when they do this! When they talk in excited whispers, constructing Otherworlds, their imaginations swinging each other joyfully around. What I’m saying is, I love it when they play nicely without needing a screen of some description sucking energy out their eye sockets! Eventually, the door swings open and the two of them walk, slow as a bridal march, down the hall to find me in the kitchen. I drop the spoon of the pasta sauce I’m cooking and marvel at the castle they have created. The main fortress is made from the plastic package our new letterbox came in, with a central …

First World Problems

What dress should I wear? I was standing in front of my wardrobe deliberating over my outfit for a special occasion. Do I go the navy blue slip dress with the white polka-dots?  Or the floral cotton dress in watermelon and peach?  Perhaps something more classic, like that black dress that buttons up the back and falls below the knee, with a tan leather belt at the waist? When I added the decision of what shoes, what cardi, what jewellery and whether to bare-leg it or go for some stockings (patterned or plain?), I was breaking a sweat and snapping at the hubby, whose monosyllabic grunts were not helping, I might add. Then, a distinct moment of clarity. My eyes scanned left to right, taking in the volumes of fabric.  I counted them: 26 dresses.  And I couldn’t find ONE to wear that day. First World Problem. Like when you forget to put your electric blanket on before bed. When the closest parking spot is a whole two blocks from your destination (and then there’s …