Just Nicky

All quiet on the western front October 12, 2006

Mark has gone to uni and Finn is back at childcare. The house is quiet, apart from the wind in the tree and the chooks scratching under the study window.

There’s all sorts of things swirling in my head today. I’m excited for myself and for others. For myself because in an hour and a half I’m off to get my hair cut & coloured, so I won’t look like such an old hag anymore. For the colour I’m sticking with a brown base, close to my natural colour (minus the grey) and then I want some bright highlights - something different from the usual red or blonde, if the local salon can cope with it. I’m thinking purple. I’m excited for others because it’s such a buzz to see good people getting what they want in life.

I’m a little wistful. Finn seemed like such a big boy going to childcare today. Suddenly he’s not a baby, or even a 2 year old anymore. He’s 3 and it seems like a big number. And the way he says “Alllriiight!” when I tell him to eat his breakfast has a scarily adolescent ring to it.

I’m a bit melon-headed because the wind is from the north and I have hayfever. This turns my thoughts alternately to going back to bed, sticking my head in a vice, or damning the consequences and taking normal antihistamines. I shall do none of these, but they all have their attractions.

And finally I’m a little anxious. We have a busy weekend ahead. My parents, sister and niece are coming for lunch on Saturday and - to my jaundiced eye at least - the house is in an uproar. There is cleaning and de-stinking to be done before The Mavis crosses the threshold. There is also a cake to be obtained. Sunday is our expedition to Thomas and there is food that can travel across the known universe to organise. That includes a cake as well. And finally, on Monday, Finn will have his childcare birthday party and there will be (you guessed it) a cake to be bought and lollie bags to be filled for 15 kids.