Thank goodness I'm having a fantastic day.

So I went to a motivational seminar on Friday last week, CAN YOU TELL???? I MEAN I'M NOT FEELING MOTIVATED OR ANYTHING...........

Anyways. It was (as you might have already deduced) a fantastic experience, and I came away with some very cool new tools (this was a sales training seminar which I attended in aid of generating myself more business) and a strong feeling of "I can do this".

Very cool.

One of the stories the woman taking the seminar told us very early on was funny and awesome at the same time. She told us that the day before (on Thursday) she had flown to Sydney and back to do another training seminar, and arrived at 6 in the morning at the Airport, and had forgotten her passport, she also ran by her own watch and was actually arriving at the airport an hour before the flight was due to depart. Enter frantic race home to collect passport. And she made it onto the plane, slightly frazzled, and told the story to the person next to her, who said, wow what a bad day.

She said that she replied, well actually I am having a fantastic day. And she did.

She went on to say, that the power of our minds to create what we believe is incredible. I know this to be true anyway, because I have utilised it myself. I just need reminding every now and then from a like minded person.

So I went home after a lot more motivational talk and training, and felt pretty bloody good about it all. Then I had a pretty bloody good weekend with my husband and my two younger children, as the eldest was at her fathers.

I then got up this morning, and started my day with intention, "today I am having a fantastic day"

And I tell you what, I did.

Let me tell you about it.

It started at about ten to seven, a short time after the dear husband left. Rockchick came in to where I was attempting to manage a few more seconds sleep before I dragged my butt out of my nice warm bed into my freezing bedroom.

"MUUUUUM! I haven't got any uniform!"
"Ok, I will be up in a minute and I will find you one." Rockchick exits stage left.

I'm thinking, that's fine, there's a clean uniform in the laundry basket. I just haven't folded it yet.

Then the twins began to yell. UP UP UP MUM MUM MUM ...... One more minute darlings...

Rockchick re-enters stage left. "MUUUUUUUM the tvs not working!" Rockchick is not allowed TV unless she is all ready for school.

"Are you all ready for school?"

"I will check" Rockchick exits stage left.

The twins are rather insistent now. Ok I'm up, I'm up.

Thank goodness I'm having a fantastic day...

Morning continues with more whinging and whining, and kids that want feeding and mums that want silence and the clock that JUST KEEPS ON TICKING.....

We actually got out the door ALMOST on time. MUCH earlier than usual and I felt very proud. Dropped the kids at their various things and went to the beach where I meet a friend 3 mornings a week to go for a walk, I was early and she had text me that she was running late. I was feeling VERY full of a bunch of unwelcome energy so I decided to run around the park while I waited. Brilliant. First 20 seconds felt like I was running on a cloud of happy lala land. After that I felt like I was dying.

Thank goodness I'm having a fantastic day.

Met up with friend, we went to the beach, there was no sand left on the beach, since it all disappears about this time of year, and she had her youngest in his pram and so we struggle across the rocks and carried the pram a lot of the way, which the little fulla didn't like, he likes his pram, it is HIS pram thank you!

We decided that instead of compromising a lot of the beneficial exercise, we would go back via the road (which is quite a bit hillier and further, remember I have also been for a run.)

That was tiring. Its a good thing I'm having a fantastic day.

Went to work. Work work work. Then I remember that Rockchick has an after school activity to attend, and I forgot to remind her. But its lunchtime at the school no point in calling now. Work some more...

I call the school and input the code for her classroom, (remember back in OUR day when they sent notes from the office, those were the days weren't they?) after going through this several times and getting the same recorded message saying something like "no one is available to take your call, goodbye" I called the office, and what do you think they did? They sent a note.

Ok that's sorted. Work work work work........  enter several more minutes of work here.

Day ends. Time to collect the kids. Get in car and back up. I missed the driveway completely and ended up in the mud.

Now I don't have a normal car, I have a bloody big fat mongrel of a beast of a car. You know, a people mover. It is Rear Wheel Drive (so Fisherman informs me, please don't ask me what it means. It is also blue, and it has four wheels in the right places and a fifth one for steering.) But apparently my car being rear-wheel driven means it gets stuck in the mud rather easily. And I was stuck in the mud.

I thought for a minute, then turned the steering wheel RIGHT round and reversed a little further round the corner, I was attempting to get my car back on the concrete. Instead I put the drivers side front wheel into the mud too. Ops.

Thank goodness I'm having a fantastic day?

I called my dad (being my hero when my Hero Hubby is not in my general vicinity) but it turned out that he was no where near me. I called my mum, thinking she could bring me her car. I could not get through. I called the daycare, explained that I was stuck in the mud and that I was coming as soon as I worked out what to do about it. I called mum again. I contemplated calling several friends, but dismissed every one knowing that they were all busy with THEIR afternoon things too. I thought, well its not THAT far. I will walk to the school, collect Rockchick, walk to mums, which is not THAT much farther, and get her car, come back and get the carseats and then go get the twins. Not hard, no problem.

Thank goodness I'm having a fantastic day!!!

My mum called back and I almost cried!

My husband had a good laugh at me when he got home and tugged my poor car out of the mud, I told him that statistically men have more crashes than women but I don't think he believed me.... actually I'm not sure he even heard me through his happy chortles. Probably a good thing too since I made it up. The kids did not get bathed as was in the plans because I go to tap dancing on a Monday and there was no longer time for THAT.

So that was an interesting pile of shit. Thank goodness I'm having a fantastic day!

And you know what's funny? I really did.

xx The Ramblings of Another Mother.