Starting with Socks
In this family we like to know our own socks, so everyone has to wear a different style. As a result I've accumulated a drawer full of hastily bought socks with dubious patterns on them that do not look very stylish when peeking out from under the hem of a pair of jeans.
So this week I "treated" myself to another set of black socks (with coloured toes and heels) which meant I could get rid of all the old ones that just annoy me. There's nothing worse than the glimpse of a Santa hat on a sock in July. Well you know what I mean...
Getting untied from the kitchen sink
I'm going to do less cooking. At least for the next three months until the exams are over. I want to get away from the kitchen sink and the view of smelly bins, a red brick wall and overgrown ivy, and Go and Do Something Less Boring Instead (remember the TV show?).
Because despite what the healthy eating gurus say, there is no comparison between the purchase of a bag of chips and disposal of the paper wrapping; and the time it takes to choose a recipe, buy, prepare and cook ingredients, serve the meal, clear the table, wash up and divide everything left over into compostables, recyclables and rubbish, and then dispose of it. Not that I'll actually be eating that many chips you understand.
I began on Monday with a trip to IKEA to get a lamp for the hall and my dinner too, aka Swedish meatballs. Totally set me up for the day. And here's a gratuitous picture of the lamp, which my son says he likes. So that's a win.
A bit of a clearout
Special needs is teaching me to be less judgmental, but I don't see that with everyone around me. Bad things really do happen to good people, even when they are trying to make good choices. Not everyone is mentally strong enough to "suck it up" when life goes wrong. What if your children have cancer, your life partner has died too soon, or your home is going to be repossessed? Do we expect people dealing with problems like these to walk around with brave smiles on their face all the time? I hope not, because there is no compassion in not recognising and empathising with the pain of others. We all have our problems, and some people cope better than others. That doesn't make them better people.
Since I don't like seeing judgmental comments and memes on social media, I've started unfriending and unfollowing those who post them. It feels good, and my feeds are starting to spark joy again too!
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