It has been pointed out to me today, by my husband that yesterday’s daily pages post had an error – I do not hate my husband, please read it as HAD; I’ll make amendments later.
Today I found out that Henry will be having a school Valentine’s Day disco on Thursday, he’s looking forward to it. Henry is my 4yr old son and he will no doubt be using this as an opportunity to go on a date with his best friend Alice.
Writing daily pages for the public eye is difficult because a lot of what I say has to be censored because it’s private and I don’t want my dirty laundry passed around the internet, I can understand why Julia Cameron says that you should try to keep them private because you never know where your thoughts will lead you and mine are leading me astray.
I may give up daily pages for daily updates instead, because three pages of just whittling on about my life in general to a bunch of strangers is a little too much, don’t you think?
So therefore instead of 3 pages of daily pages I will do approximately 500 words of a daily update per day so you know what’s going on in my life.
I think I am getting over my pharyngitis today, last antibiotic before bed tonight and I can also finally stop my eardrops too.
I have an appointment with an adviser on Wednesday about work, I wonder if there is anything she can do to help me get funds to start working properly from home, as I am short on a few necessities; I don’t really know what she can do for me, so she might not be able to help.
I also have three GP appointments coming up in the next 2 weeks as well. For different things, doctors don’t like being given too much all at once, so I drip feed them, no pun intended.
Whilst I am jabbering on about my life, I would like some comments on this event of the day…
I know my mum well enough that she would attack me on my views of what just happened with my son Henry.
My son Henry asked for a share of a huge share bag of crisps and he said “Give me lots please”, I said erm no, and I gave him less than I would normally have given him so he could appreciate he got any at all; then he looked at me crestfallen and asked “is that it”? I found that rude and obnoxious and my reply was, “do you want less”? To which he replied “yes”, so I took half of what he was given away from him and put them back into the bag. I told him he should say what he means.
Cruel lesson I know, my mum would have swung at me for it, despite all her bad points, but I am teaching my boy three valuable lessons in life.
A. Say what you mean
B. Appreciate you got anything at all as there are other people in the world who don’t get luxuries like this
Say what you will in comments, I am interested to hear your concepts on this event.