Week #1 of No Running.
A whole 7 days has past since I last put one foot in front of the other with a little bounce. Honestly, the timing of this couldn't have been better. We have had almost constant rain this week and if I was able to run I probably wouldn't want to. It's been quite heavy rain too - 170 ml/ 7 inches in the last 24 hrs and no reprieve in sight. It's making a few Brisbanites a little nervous considering that it was just around 12 months ago that a good part of the city went under.
Iven decided to have this week off work to do a little project that he's been meaning to do since we moved in - 25 years ago. I finally have a concrete path to my clothes line. He put it in on Monday, when it wasn't raining so heavily so heaven knows if it's dry. But when it's finally dry I'll be able to walk to the line without stepping on sticks and stones and hidden dog pooh. My man really knows how to spoil a gal!!
I've had to find ways to amuse myself over the last week - apart from taking the mickey out of my husband, that is. So I've had to turn to Facebook for a little light entertainment at my kids' expense. One of my philosophies in child-rearing is to give my kids a hard time in front of their friends and they'll build up resilience.
I still don't understand how and why I haven't been 'unfriended' yet. I guess they know where their cupcakes come from.
Starting back at work has also kept me occupied. It's been a little busy for the first week back. I've had a few clients through my door and I'm not quite back into the swing of things. I have the TV going most of the day to keep me company. I've got it hooked up to a recorder and watch a lot of the stuff that they show at night. But when clients come in I pause it so I can give them my undivided attention. But being the first week back I forgot to pause it yesterday when this Nana and her ten year old grand daughter came to organise some costumes. I'd been watching a documentary of how the Petronis Towers were built and while we were discussing colours and fabrics and design, the documentary finished and a movie started. There's a certain distinctive music and noises to movie sex and that's what we heard. I couldn't find the remote control quick enough. Now I'm a little worried that I may have contributed to the delinquency of a minor. Ooops!