Nearly Midnight.. again

and I haven't finished the draft from yesterday - or started todays... where are my hours going?

I just have so m any things to attend to - my writing is getting to be the last thing I do at night.. whcih is so not the right thing to do. I am attempting to train myslef in writing 1500 words a day - in readyment for NANO in November. phew I am having issues with pumping out a measly 500 words on this blog....

I do write Friday Fiction every week - and the photo comp once a month - and have started with the Monday Musings... but I don't know - just Mummy stuff, house stuff gets in the way.. I can't even say I am playing my ever so addictive Knighthood anymore. I have put it on pause and can only really look at it for about 10 mins a day - not much to do when in peace mode...

My Ebay stuff is coming along.. have just listed some old clip on earings. Young Becky put me onto a new website that helps with the professional listings - it has saved me money and looks great - I even have a virtual shop without paying for one.. so really happy with that.

babble babble.. well its morning now - so perhaps I a can use this as my morning pages .. hummm??

Under 8s Festival

Its late May here in Brisbane and the weather is beautiful. The sunshine bathed us in glorious warmth and the air temperature pleasant enough to still wear a short sleeve shirt. The routine for school is slowly getting to be second nature – but it sure cuts my day up and I might even have to resort to wearing a watch to ensure I don’t forget to pick Morgan up. There has been a real change in his attitude and behaviour at school who knows if it’s the spiritual healings going on, the health getting under control – or the recognition that Mummy and Daddy had stepped into the school zone and things were serious… Morgan is such a delightful, caring and clever lad, it saddened me so much and confused me to hear of conflicting reports. Perhaps the doppelganger has chosen another victim and I will be left with my delightful Morgan 24 hours a day….

I have well and truly entered the mummy zone. I volunteered to assist in the under 8s festival held at the school this morning. I had been to some of these festivals in parks – often run by kindys or community groups and they were nice quiet affairs – lots of kids – lots of activities but fairly ordered.

Enter Pandemonium. Think about 2 acres of space within the school ground – in and out of classrooms, play equipment and on grassed areas – tables and bright colours and PEOPLE everywhere.

I was in charge of 3 other children beside Morgan and our mission was to explore and experience as many activities as we could in the 2 hours allotted. Can I say – every – note every – table with craft on it had big pots of icky sticky glue and huge bowls of glitter. Be it making a flag or a gingerbread man, a fish or a flower – everything had to have glitter on it.

One of the little girls I had just about had hissy fits when glue got to her hands and hysterics when the glitter wouldn’t come off. This resulted in multiple trips to the toilet and lots of hand washing.. of course I couldn’t allow her ot go by herself – everyone had to come along.

We decided on our activities pretty diplomatically – letting each person in turn decide what the next activity would be. The Jazzercise had the thumbs down by the prep kids, with the face painting and the glitter craft a hot first place.

I was really impressed by the children’s Chaplin. Morgan obviously knew him and the character they use – some sort of fish ( which of course the kids had to colour in and you guessed i- cover with glitter) . They promote simple ethical standards – standing up for yourself and for friends, being brave and looking after others. Encouraging kids to seek help and to talk about problems too.. all in simple words and pictures.

I had to keep a record of what activities we did and of course carry around the precious creations. I am so glad I wore my jeans and an old shirt. By the end it was difficult to decide where the craft ended and where I started.

Our allotted hours just flew past, though my sticky glitter arms were starting to fuse together with creations attached around my body. The school really had done a great job in attracting local community groups and inviting other childrens groups in to share the fun. I didn’t envy the cleaners that day with the trails of glitter up and down stairs.

Dangerous and Dirty part 2

I still have not explored the rite of passage into sexuality. The key ingredient, the secret code and the 'dirty message' our parents and those behind them have attempted to stifle, smother and slander. In no way am I blaming our parents or grandparents. They coped in a way they thought best. Their experiences were tainted and any free expression or thought was considered barbaric, indecent or filthy.

To be continued…. Draft…