Hi!..

Sounds harsh? Maybe a little.. but the fact is that a true friend would reach out to me outside of work related stuff, and outside of work hours! Because sure, at work you’re there for me. You reached out to me following a conference call we had with our boss when you felt like she was ripping me to shreds and I couldn’t defend myself (although in hindsight, she was right and I knew it… but I was exhausted and I’m trying, really trying to get my footing again). But yes, after the call you reached out and tried to cheer me up and blah blah blah… BUT outside of work… you’re not there… You never ask “so how are you?” or “how are you doing” or “what’s new?” BUT you pretend to care ( I do sometimes wonder if you truly care or how much I actually mean to you/how much our friendship – if there is one, means to you). For example, I told you some things about someone who is interested in me, and you immediately decided (based on that information) that he is not for me. You did sound a little overprotective, which was cute. Oh don’t worry, I don’t delude myself to believing that you are jealous, HA!

I type this in between putting the dishes away, washing more dishes, making …OH look at that, my three and a half year old is sliding down the stairs on her bum at 10:48 pm … she is so sleepy, but poor thing, her bum hurts. So I took her back to her room and put some cream on her bum, and hopefully it will help her… BUT how did she know I needed a hug? How do they know. Before I continue I have to tell you what happened five years ago (I will never forget that), when my son was about three years old. That day five years ago, I spent pretty much the whole day reading the book Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay (on the way to work, on my lunch break, on the way back from work and as soon as I put my son to bed). Here is the book’s synopsis:

Paris, July 1942: Sarah, a ten year-old girl, is brutally arrested with her family by the French police in the Vel’ d’Hiv’ roundup, but not before she locks her younger brother in a cupboard in the family’s apartment, thinking that she will be back within a few hours.

https://www.amazon.ca/Sarahs-Key-Tatiana-Rosnay/dp/0312370849

Well, at the time I was reading the book, my son was the same age as Sarah’s brother that July of 1942, so of course it was an extra hard read for me . I remember lying on my stomach facing my bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. I was nearing the end of the book discovering along with Sarah her brother’s faith, and bowling my eyes out  in the process. As if on cue (I remember it was around 11:45pm) my son comes out of his room. It’s as if he knew that at that exact moment I so needed to hug him. Hug him fiercely as I cried for Sarah’s brother. So yeah.. sometimes these beautiful little monsters 😉 …. they just know when we need that hug or “I love you Ima” or “let’s do the breathing technique together” or “I know you’re having a tough day.” They are just so darn smart!!

SO back to tonight. It’s already 11:06pm and I still need to finish washing the dishes, prepare the salad dressing for tomorrow (for a family brunch), bring up (from downstairs) the extra leaves for my rustic wooden table that I want to clean with some mineral oil before I go to sleep AND I want to finish folding the laundry…OH and I did want to do some ab exercises… oh well… and just this morning I looked in the mirror and actually saw bags under my eyes… well I guess that’s what 6 hours of restless sleep gets you I guess. Gotta love my BFF though.. she said that I’m still gorgeous :)…

So it’s now 11:46pm and I did everything except fold the laundry – just too exhausted right now. When I started writing this entry it was because I had all these thoughts swirling in my head as I was putting the dishes away… but now I’m too tired to bring them to the surface… so I guess you’ll have to stay tuned for the next entry to figure out the point of this one… I will leave you with one clue… it’s about “patterns”. That’s something you are into, right? Finding those patterns…

‘night!

Me