All The Small Things

This is what I did tonight...

Picked up Nicky and her friend from school.

Made them afternoon tea while they destroyed the house.

Lit the fire.

Did the dishes and unpacked Nicky's bag.

Cleaned the oven.

Had a cup of tea with Nicky's friends mum when she came to pick her daughter up.

Cooked dinner.

Cleaned up the mess that the girls made.

Gave Nicky a bath and washed her hair.

Cooked banana muffins for a school thing tomorrow for Nicky.

Put away the dishes I washed earlier.

Packed up the leftovers from dinner.

Did the dishes (again).

Did a load of washing.

Made a new doona cover.

Layed out all our clothes for tomorrow.

Blogged.

 

I'm pretty tired.

And this is the most dull blog post ever.

Yay!

 

So there is this stupid email that I got today and I just need to reply to it, but I can't.

So this is me telling someone to pull their head in, over an email that they directed at someone else but CC-ed to the whole group...

 

Hi Everyone,

Just want to make sure that we are all CRYSTAL CLEAR about how this decision was made. It was NOT a decision made by one person.

For the past four days, emails have been flying back and forth between members of our group. Those emails were in response to a request for permission by our Chairperson, to persue QUOTES for an independent mediator.

Seven members agreed, three against.

The decision to get a list of quotes was a decision made by the MAJORITY of members.

The Chair sent an email detailing the exact action that she would take on the basis of that vote, and the member votes were recorded in that email.

To accuse the Chair of making autonomous decisions therefore strikes me as incredibly strange, and rather rude. The Chair acted in the proper manner and all discussion took place in the public arena.

Secondly, there have been issues within this group for the past three years. Frankly, I find the insinuation that the Chair is pushing her own agenda to be highly insulting to the entire executive, of which I am a member. This is a democratic organisation, with clear rules and bylaws. No one member has the right or ability under those rules to dominate this group, and as a member of the executive I can assure all members that there is balanced debate on each issue that comes before us.

While I understand that there are some members who have been part of the group for only a short time. It may be prudent for those members to do some research in to the issues that have arisen in the past before making a judgement on other members.

I realise that it is difficult not to feel empathy for a party with whom one shares a personal bond, when that party feels that they are being poorly treated.

But we are a professional organisation, and I for one would like to see our correspondence reflect that.

Kind Regards,

Sass.

 

God, that feels better!

So I've been promising for a while to blog more often. That (obviously) hasn't happened. Instead of just repeating myself, I think I'll face the reality that life at the moment is horribly horribly busy, and I don't think that I'll find time regularly to do this anymore. No matter how cathartic I find it, or how enjoyable it is to do, or how much my friends nag me!

It would make sense to have the regular well spaced and logical recap of my life that we've all come to know and love, so we shall go through in random order.

NICKY:

My little person is the most beautiful little girl in the world, I'm quite sure of it. She's doing brilliantly at school, making lots of friends and learning heaps. I'm blown away by how clever she is - and how incredibly well she copes with the rubbish that goes on in her life. She's getting tall and more beautiful as each day passes, and it seems as though she constantly has something new and grown up to say to me, and sometimes I am positively shocked by the adult way that she is able to articulate her feelings.

I can't wait for her to grow up so that I can know her, and at the same time, I never want her to grow up. I want her to stay my little person forever.

I daresay all parents suffer from the same tearing of heart.

THE COURT STUFF:

We're back off to court in early July - the dates arrived in the mail the other week. That means that I'm back on the treadmill of writing affidavits and figuring out what needs to happen to make the arrangements between Mr. D. and I workable. Its difficult to know what to do sometimes - I want to make sure that she has a good relationship with her Dad, but the further we go down this track the harder it is to keep focused and clear about that.

Things have been ugly. Which is nasty and horrid and completely unnecessary - that bothers me. Mr. D. has the potential to put a lid on it, and for some reason he chooses not to. But. They have agreed to attend counselling and get some help in sorting out these issues, so at least there is some hope.

All I really want out of it is for Mr. D. to realise that whats been going on is inappropriate and to put a stop to it. And for there to be clear ground rules about where each parties responsibilities begin and end.

BB has been wonderful throughout this whole time, and being with him has added a whole new dimension to how I think about our situation.

I am essentially in the same position that SHE is in. The difference is that I know my place. I don't make the rules for his children. I don't deal with their mother. I would never dream of doing those things. The same thing goes for BB's ex's new partner. He keeps himself to himself and does not have anything to do with BB.

That is how it should be, I have realised.

Perhaps the error was mine in that I allowed more contact and encouraged more contact than that at the start. Perhaps I shouldn't be blaming Mr. D.. Perhaps the blame for this situation belongs with me.

That doesn't excuse the behaviour that has happened, particularly lately. But perhaps she is feeling as though her powers are being stripped from her - and they are. The problem is that she should never have had any power to begin with.

Silly me.

BB:

Things are going ever so delightfully with BB. He's a good man. This has now been independantly verified by Mrs. Macca and CK, who made a flying visit to Sassville to give him the once over... and to spend some time with me too of course!!!

I don't really know what else to say about BB - other than that its awfully amazingly brilliantly different-in-a-good-way to be dating a grownup.

He's a man. He treats me as a lady, he is a wonderful Dad to his own children, and he treats Nicky beautifully. But he's a man. A manly man. There is nothing tooHe isn't playing silly games, he isn't racing out and behaving like an idiot, he doesn't drink himself into oblivion. He's sensible.

And oddly, that doesn't bore me.

I rather like it.

He makes me feel safe and secure and cared for and respected. I can't remember ever feeling so respected. Its a delightful feeling that.

The only small and yet seemingly continual difficulty we face is getting together. All we seem to have is snatched time, between picking up and dropping off kids, nights after kids are asleep. The waiting is sort of a delicious torture.

 

And now I'm tired. I have some serious catching up on sleep to do, as I went to a 70's 80's party last night and the weight of my false eyelashes plum tired me out.

Well, that and the reaction that my boots and fishnets and seventies style minidress provoked in dear BB! (Thats for you CK ;-) )

Men in Trees.

Mrs. Macca, you were completely right. Whoever wrote that show somehow slipped forward in time, saw my sad little existance and thought that if they just tweaked the names and faces, and added some ice... they'd have a hit on their hands.

So it starts like this.

Girl moves to small town.

Girl (eventually) meets boy. (The writer sped this bit up for obvious boredom relieving reasons)

Boy chases girl. (or in MIT, they take turns)

Girl and Boy date and are happy.

Boy gets cold feet. (In MIT, this is due to an ex, but in my life, well... yeah. An ex.)

Boy breaks with girl, leaving girl crushed and confused.

Girl stays home and cleans house. (Clearly not glamarous enough for the MIT team, who sent their girl off to NY City no less. What. Ever.)

Boy comes to senses and Boy and Girl resume previous relations with less frequency but equal abandon.

 

Things that should be noted:

*I actually have to live this life, 24/7. So why is Anne Heche the one getting the big paycheque for just PRETENDING to have a happy heart / busted heart / happy heart??

*Why does she also get to skip the whole "dating asses" thing too? Why do I have to date all the duds in order to find my perfect man?

*She has nice hair. And gets to wear a variety of cute hats and coats. Therefore I am jealous.

*Whoever cast this show showed great creative licence when casting for the towns men. There is no small town on the planet with that many hot men in it. #

 

#If I'm wrong please send directions post haste!!

 

 

So thats whats new with me, in a nutshell. The freaky thing was, that I was one episode behind as each thing was happening in my life.

So we had the whole "I don't know if this is what I want" conversation... then I saw that episode. Cue me, on my bed, howling "NOOOooooooo" to the heavens.

I have two more episodes to watch, and Mrs. Macca - It better turn out well.

 

My poor little broken bruised and battered heart can't handle any more torture at the hands of Jack / BatherBoy.