Just two little letters separate the words ‘argh’ and ‘ahhh’, yet they couldn’t convey more different sentiments.
Life in general – and especially life with two small creatures – can sometimes feel like a series of neverending ‘argh!’ moments. Such as (a couple of choice highlights from my week)…
* Opening up your far-too-small fridge – which is faulty and beeps loudly at you from the moment you open it – and trying to cram in a large bag of grapes, only to discover that there’s already a large bag of grapes in there that you’d forgotten you’d bought.
* Spending ten minutes ironing a fiddly top then discovering the only skirt that goes with it is in the dirty clothes with a big yoghurt stain down the front.
* Attempting a dvd workout while your toddler is sleeping only to have her stagger out just as you finish the warm-up (probably because your jumping jacks sound like a stampede of elephants).
* Having so much yet-to-be sorted clean washing that half of it falls out of the laundry basket… into a dirty puddle that has inexplicably appeared on your lounge room floor.
You know, that sort of thing.
Which is why searching for, creating and experiencing ‘ahhh’ moments is so very necessary to restore equilibrium, a sense of control and a small measure of sanity. Such as…
Fleeing the asylum Leaving the house to go for a walk at sunset.
* Taking the kids upstairs to watch a lightning storm across the bay.
* Reaching the bottom of the laundry pile.
* Decluttering a couple of shelves in the pantry.
* Having a lingering shower after finally getting the chance to finish that workout dvd.
* Snuggles on the lounge with whoever is willing.
* Red wine. Always red wine.
And more important than just experiencing them, is identifying them for what they are. Argh! moments are easy to spot. Ahhs, sadly, not so much.
What have been some of your argh! or ahhh… moments this week?