Anyway

What a strange morning I've had. First off, my son slept through, and even though he's 5, I can count the times he hasn't joined me in my bed some time during the night on my hands. He almost never sleeps through. So I decided to let him sleep a little later than usual, which of course led to a very rushed morning. Plus, every now and again, he decides to go to school with a mohawk. He asks me to gel his hair, and is very particular about 'the look'.

Arriving at school, the other five-year olds point and laugh, I end up wondering whether this happens every time we gel his hair, and realise that if it does, I have a very brave little boy, willing to face a classroom full of laughing and cruel toddlers, to be who he wants to be. I wish he could understand how proud I am of him.

So, when I get back to the car, I notice a baby wondering the street. Serious! A little boy, probably about 2, strolling around the neighbourhood on his own. So we sit in the car for a while, waiting for whatever grown-up is supposed to be with him, to appear from somewhere. Only nobody does, and the little boy is working his way to the intersection by the school where the ususal frantic dropping-off is in full swing. Mom jumps out, walks up to him, he puts his hand in hers, and off they go in search of his house, which, it turns out is about 200m down the street. He lets go of my mom's hand, promptly grabs the huge steel gate, and slides it open like a pro. Skips inside, no worries in the world, with mom in tow. She comes back reporting that the maid is supposedly looking after the kids, and she didn't even know he was missing. As a mom, I find that incredlibly frightening, and would probably freak out and fire the maid's ass, if I could contain myself enough not to peel her fingernails off with pliers first. How scary is that? He had absolutely no problems with following a total stranger anywhere, and what would have been easier that grabbing his hand, and just taking him anywhere you wanted?

Anyway.

What I really wanted to say this morning, is that yesterday, when I was walking the labyrinth, I thought that listening to the rhythm of my footsteps was kinda comforting, and liked the feeling of being able to concentrate on nothing else for that moment. Only the sound of me slowly moving in circles. So I've decided to try and be more 'in a moment', and less in those painful ages just after payday, when I have to face the reality of not having any money left to buy fuel with, knowing that I have no option, my son has to get to school, and 32km's there and back,is a little out of his walking range. Debt here we come! Again.

So, for right now, I'm gonna work on right now, and not on the future. Who knows, someday my future might be so bright, I gotta wear shades! Joke, people, joke. If you can't fix it, poke fun at it.