It was looking to be a pig of a day – the headache I woke with was welling up into another migraine, I had to make sure Ollie was asleep so that I could interview someone in China, then collect the girls, rush home for a high-speed lunch and get Daisy off to ballet. Worst of all, I could not fall down and phone my lovely husband to come and rescue me as he was telling the HR types in Geneva how to manage their human capital or somesuch.
Somewhere along the long, long line of today, I decided that feeling sorry for myself was going to be a waste of time. Instead I decided to feel grateful. And here are some of things I was grateful for today:
- Ollie slept. I was able to conduct my interview with the person in China. He woke early, so I couldn’t finish it, but she kindly agreed to answer the last three questions via email.
- I went to the doctor. He gave me drugs from his cupboard, so that I didn’t have to go to the chemist.
- The first drug didn’t work. The second one did.
- My children behaved like angels and ate their lunch alone, while I lay groaning on the sofa.
- By the time we had to leave for ballet, I was starting to feel human again. Daisy said, “You look better, Mummy.”
- When we went out, the sun shone, the sky was blue and the beautiful trees were all yellow.
- While Daisy danced, we went to a playground. Lily practised her balancing and Ollie did some sliding and walking on a low wall, all the while saying “Tum, Mummy.”
- Later we had walk through the fields with some friends. The children rode their bikes. The evening sun swum low over the horizon and gilded everything.
- When we got home the key I thought I had lost was still in the door.
- The night-night process was peaceful, and best of all …
- It’s 8.30pm and I am now in bed.