So that is my week. And clearly my brain is a little fried. Scrambled. Tired. Stretched.
The fact that I referred to my client as “my husband” in my submissions made in Court at 5.45pm yesterday was a clear sign that I was teetering at the outer limits of something. Yes, I did that. Thank you. *Takes a sweeping bow*
First, the Too Muchness.
The week of too muchness began with the annual putting up of the Christmas tree ritual. Of course, this ritual is steeped in daytime movie visions of family togetherness, carols softly playing, loving smiles on the faces of the immaculately clean children and spontaneous hugs shared by the happy parents as they watch their offspring decorate the tree with care.
Reality is more like “NO. We are NOT leaving the tv on. Turn it off NOW” “Any chance you could put a shirt on?” “Come back here. You cannot walk away from the tree. We ALL do it together, that’s the rule” “No, you cannot declare the back of the tree is yours, and have no one else touch it”. Instead of the spontaneous hugs, there were rapid “save me now” glances exchanged between parents desperately trying to stay unfrazzled.
And then, the week. This week included Court every day. Different matters on each day, and sometimes more than one. Brisbane trips every day until Friday. And of course, still an office to run up here. Which meant early starts, flying out the door at 6.30 in the morning with one child, sometimes more, for early drop offs, before crawling in the door in the early evening. Then working to clear emails and prepare for Court the next day.
Of course, being this time of year, there were excursion permission notes, secret Santa notes and requests for “bring a plate” events flying everywhere. I am pretty sure that I’ve missed at least one thing, but we’ll figure it out later and hope it was nothing too important.
It was also the week of Tyben’s final rehearsal for his end of year dance concert, Sabrina’s kindy graduation and her Christmas party at daycare.
Just too much of everything. I’m so pleased that we’ve made it through. We appear to all be here. Somehow fed, clothed and ushered through the week of too Muchness. Although Bayley wasn’t home last night. I think I remember a conversation about a mate wanting him to stay over. I’m pretty sure I mumbled “yeah sure”. It’s been that kind of week.
And the Awesome.
I do really love having the tree up, decorated dreadfully with too much tinsel, too many baubles and just too much everything. It flashes it’s probably mind altering blue lights at us at night. So useless. So ridiculous. So wonderful.
This week, I had a few moments that I need to lock away for those days when I’m lost in crappy lawyerland. I don’t visit there as often as I used to, which is nice. But I still do a touchdown now and again.
I had one matter where the judicial officer said in their reasons that they were swayed by my submissions and that the document I had prepared had been particularly helpful. And another matter where the Orders I had sought on behalf of my client were made, in their entirety. And another, where the other party thanked me for how I had dealt with them, and said I had treated them better than their own lawyer had when they had one. I feel really uncomfortable sharing those moments, worrying about what you might think. And that’s interesting in itself.
It’s official. Our baby girl is off to school.
Sabrina had her graduation from kindy on Thursday night. I don’t for one second buy into the “graduation” part. It’s daycare. She’s finished because she is old enough to be able to start school.
But, it is still a marker in her life and our lives.
She was just so proud and happy on that stage. She performed “Irish Dancing” with a few of the other children. Sabrina kicked her legs around like mad and was oh so very proud. And cheeky as monkey sitting with her favourite boys.
And then, there was the slide show. Of all the children. To the music of Toy Story and The Lion King. All those beautiful big eyes on those gorgeous faces. Every single child full of wonder and hope and potential for happiness. I cried for the amazing person that is each and every one of those. Life is so big and mean and rough for so many. Just, oh.
DAREcember and crazy drinks
I’ve had such fun playing along with DAREcember this week. It has helped to keep my feet on my ground, and to suspend the whirling brain dealing with the Too Muchness, as I select what I will wear for each day’s dare.
Then, last night, I didn’t get out of Court until just after 6pm. On a Friday night. Cruel and unusual punishment after the week of Too Muchness, I thought.
So I kicked my wife and mother guilt in the guts, and went out
on the town with some of my colleagues for some end of year drinks. I had 2 drinks pretty quickly followed by a million laughs. Bonus Awesome right there.
This morning I climbed a tree in our backyard. I don’t know why really. I just suddenly wanted to know what it was like on the little platform that the kids use in one of our tree. I sat. Still. With Howie. For just a few minutes and breathed. And looked at trees. And the sky. And clouds.
This week surprised me with it’s awesome.
Did you have a surprising awesome in your week?
Here’s to bonus Awesome. The very best kind.