Running away from my responsibilities…
Last week was pretty big. Rachael turned 7 on Monday. Deb left for Brisbane on Tuesday. Hugh handed in his Masters Thesis on Wed and I ran away from home for a scheduled breakdown. All pre organised.
After a weekend of 1) Rachael’s birthday celebrations (two friends came Sat for a sleepover - woke up 5:30 am Sun morning {what was I thinking}cooked breakfast, family dinner, cakes, symphony 4 kids) and 2) Deb’s church farewells (she juggled in the morning service, we had special family lunch, the fire staff came out in the evening service).
I was EXHAUSTED.
So I ran away to Sydney to stay with my cousin Rowena. I used to do this regularly. Something wierd happened with both our lives getting more busy. I couldn’t find that time to get away. But now I did and I’m so glad I did. There is some healing power my cousin has, I can just tell her every stupid little thing, the big stuff, the small stuff, whatever. Over the process of a couple of hours of us talking, the stress and bad junk melt away. There seems no topic to hard. I love her, she just lets me melt down and then reminds me of the good things. In the midst of my first download she just seemlessly made me lunch while I continued and continued till I was done and needed a nap!
It was wonderful not thinking about what I needed to cook, where I needed to be, jobs that were on the to do list.
I took some time to slowly shop, I like to go round the city Myer & DJ’s cosmetics & shoes just at a slower pace than “I have an hour to find this specific item”. Row had a job interview while I browsed. It felt like I was wagging school. We lunched. We went to the Ginsing Baths and soaked, got skin scrubs and korean massage. I unwound bit by bit. Row planned the meals and the schedule. I read my book in peace. I watched TV. I caught up on a few magazines I have had in a pile for three months.
We went and tried on the latest fashion. Oh how this laughter cures the soul. Apparently crew neck T shirts are out this summer. Therefore we must find a new style of summer top. Baby doll tops make our body shapes look huge. The perfect summer dress eludes us in style this year. Hunting these items caused hilarity in many different change rooms. The assistant in Cue could not even keep up the positive patter. Supre is currently full of bad 80’s flashback inducing clothes - with three levels of this stuff I was beside myself - fluro, tarten, pirate, nautical, do I mention the terry towling boob tube dresses in every bright colour possible? My face is sore from laughing. Why torture ourselves when Veronika Maine has things that look classy and still suit our age? Fashion - back to reading what Trinny and Susannah think is ok for inspiration.
We even came out of this time with a goal to travel together to somewhere neither of us have been. We plan to take three weeks out of our lives to explore another culture, something with an ancient civilisation and good food. The possibilities are endless..