Soup

Friday night-

I finish work early so that I can take my daughter to see a doctor, and pick up my son who is back from a week away skiing with his class. Work is busy, I end up being late and pedaling like a maniac through the city.

The doctor’s waiting room is packed with unamused-looking people, I sigh: I am going to be late picking up my son. Feeling like an inadequate mother, I ask a friend if she can pick him up for me. Eventually, as we’re already 15 minutes late, and there are still 4 people before us, I grab my daughter and tell a disgruntled doctor that I’ll be right back.

I arrive panting in front of the school gates, where my friend, her son and mine are waiting in the cold. We drop the suitcase off, have a quick snack, and head back to the doctor’s. I am now late to drop my daughter off at her dad’s, and my son is unimpressed by his welcome home committee. I want to cry.

The names of T and the New Ms T outside their door don’t hurt in the way they previously have, but I still reverse the car into a post as we head home. I allow a special TV dinner, and this seems to placate my son.

Sunday morning-

I drag myself out of bed to go skiing with my son. The weather is cold and overcast in the city, foggy, freezing and snowing up in the mountains. I pull on my ski boots, and fantasize about drinking hot chocolate wrapped around Mr Nice by the fire. My son and his friend are keen to show off whatever they’ve just been learning in ski class, so they hurtle themselves down at breakneck speed, and without much consideration for where the run might be, while the snow pricks my face and I worry about loosing them in the fog… Just what I need after about 2 hours sleep.

I eventually manage to convince them to go home, the hair sticking out of my helmet is covered in snow, and I can barely hold the steering wheel. This has been a very up and down weekend, and I feel immensely tired.

Finally we are home, my daughter is delivered back and something in my heart slots back into place: My little family puzzle is complete. I lock the door, unpack the children’s bags and make soup.

This gooey and ridiculous song is for Mr Nice who makes me feel all gooey and ridiculous. CΓ©line Dion – J’attendais

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12 thoughts on “Soup

    • Kim,
      Mr Nice is err…Lovely, and so was the soup: Pumpkin, carrots, and chorizo, yum! Though hearing how much the children whined about it, you’d have sworn it was a grass cuttings and worm soup πŸ˜‰
      xx

    • Thanks Pat. Yes, we are slowly getting used to it, but every time my daughter goes to see her dad, it takes us all a while to re-adjust, to find our new family feet. From my point of view, meeting each child’s need for attention, re-balancing and reassurance is never-ending, hard work.
      x

  1. Glad your jigsaw is back together again and that Mr Nice is making you feel special. πŸ˜‰

  2. Oh dear, are we living parallel lives. I’m soooooo exhausted by life’s daily minutiae. And I’ve spent too much time escaping into the arms of Mr. Nice Guy…delightful as it is, the world is always waiting when I re-emerge. I guess it’s not really a sad story when you consider how nice the arms are, though. πŸ™‚

    • Isn’t it funny DFB, that we should follow the sames paths several thousands of miles away…
      And I agree, it feels so tempting to just hide in Mr Nice’s very nice arms and pretend the rest of life doesn’t exist! Methinks I need a holiday… πŸ™‚
      x

  3. I understand just getting through the day is a trial sometimes. Hang in there – enjoy your hot chocolate and of course, Mr Nice’s arms around you. πŸ™‚

    • Sometimes the weight of my responsibilities is just crushing…But then of course, sometimes I can put them down for a while and hide in Mr Nice’s arms. What a difference it makes…x

  4. I think I may need to open myself up to one of these “Mr. Nice’s” very soon…so to speak. ha! I could use a distraction from the frantic game of single parenting. Oh but where to start…I have since given up on internet dating. NO patience with weeding out the various profiles. Definitely time for a change πŸ™‚

    • I think you really should tat2… It is a welcome distraction, even if it also turns me into an anxious wreck at times. It took me two weeks of internet dating to find Mr Nice…Maybe it is luck, and maybe it is mindset too…
      Anyway, good luck with it all πŸ™‚

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