January 27, 2008

A salty soak in magnesium to cure the ballet blues - Russian training can be so demoralizing.

Olive is almost 2 and my sensitive flower - I cannot raise my voice at her without her running to the corner in deep woe. Yet I am so tried to be constantly patient and pleading with her to wash her hands, go to the toilet - all things that a mature adult certainly does not want to spend her weekends talking about. Unless you are the working mother of a toddler. Then your weekends are about cajoling with your child morning noon and night.

I am leaving the Bank and joining Insurance Co next week.

January 22, 2008

A new rounder year, a new job, a two year old with a new attitude.

Returned from a 3 week tour of Paris and Dubai and I can't get adjusted back to reality here. The bitter cold outside made me withdraw any breath i dared to inhale.

Olive and I are recovering from illnesses of the common cold bronchial variety. Aaron has a strange fever blister on his lip.

I think my body is finally recovering from pregnancy - the panus seems to have retreated inward.

Olive is much more demanding. So is everyone else in my life. These are the giving years. You give at work, you give at home, you give on the dance floor. Somewhere a flood of life carries you along like a tsunami that you never even saw coming.