Naive Psychologist – Page 27 – we're all making our own sense of things

Oddly enough, his belief in her is unwavering

So, this time, the tooth fairy remembered to come (that very night); she found the note; she did not leave a return note saying that she try again tomorrow when the room was a bit less messy; she made no judgements about how the cash should be spent; she left the right amount without asking that the child leave some change for which she would return; and it was generally all round the best job she’s ever done in this place. Except she forgot to take the tooth.

There’s probably only two teeth left of the ones that are supposed to fall out. She should be able to get it right at least once.

A picture

You know I was telling you about the piano that was playing itself in Marina Mall? Someone else was good enough to take a photo of it and put it on their blog.

A mother’s day

‘Mum can you go in your study while our friends are here?’

‘Sure.’ I put lightness in my voice, because…well, because of course. He’s nearly eight years old.

Child runs away, but after a few steps stops.

Turns.

Speaks.

‘But maybe don’t close the door.’

Child turns and runs again, joins brother in never-ending soccer game.

Here’s to friends

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To give you an idea of how yesterday progressed

Howcome it only takes five minutes to spend an hour in my google reader?

It’s not lunchtime yet, there’s still time

‘So,’ the mister says at 10.30 after I have been to the gym and we have enjoyed the first of the weekend’s computer phone calls, ‘what are your plans for today?’

‘Well,’ I say in a slightly more civil voice than I have employed as I have guided him through the use of the computer phone call technology, ‘if past weekends are anything to go by, I shall fritter the day away on the internet, until such time as I can whinge about having frittered the day away on the internet, at which point I shall begin to whinge.’

‘Yes,’ he says.

I do believe that if I were in the hands of a life coach right now there would be something about this being a critical moment when those who dream become those who achieve. There would be a question I could ask myself, a cognitive shift I could make, a dream book I could refer to. As it is, I will go and have a shower (I did get to my Friday morning circuit class this morning) and then I will make a coffee and a piece of toast, and then I will, I really will go and have a look at that short story I was once enjoying writing.

Movie night

Where would we be if they’d listened to Yoda?

Always believe in solutions

On the plus side, the angsting has been short-lived, and a solution to my problem (which, because of reasons, I can’t really go into, but is, in a nutshell, that I got totally overstretched) has presented itself. Actually – and I am going to give you this lesson for free* – I could have saved myself about two weeks of angst if I’d just asked for what I needed instead of assuming that my request was impossible.

*The reason I’m not charging for this lesson? Because I know that those of you who need this lesson don’t believe me, and, right when you need it most, won’t remember. Wouldn’t life be so much easier if we could all just learn things without first getting a personal lesson?

til tomorrow

Sorry, I’ve got nothing for you on account of being in ~~the midst of yet another bout of privileged middle-class angst~~ in a time of inner reflection, and these are certainly not things which can be posted on the internet without later regret.

Perhaps tomorrow.

And it’s not even 9 am

This morning, while I was waving to someone in a friendly, but not vigorous style, I poked myself so hard that I removed a tiny piece of skin from the edge of my nose.