School holidays

25/07/2014

It’s Friday at long last… you can almost hear the sighs of relief as this day dawns each week and at this time of the year, this week usually signals the start of the school summer holidays… the time when air fares and holiday prices escalate to such a degree you almost have to re-mortgage just to spend hours queuing and waiting at airports, then there’s the dodging of traffic jams… and of course the endless ways that the little ones (or not so little) need to be entertained!

Still the “season” has only just begun so all is (hopefully) positive: sighs of relief at the forthcoming lie ins, no school runs … anticipated rest & relaxation, so looking to the end of six weeks seems far away, although its’ approach will be inevitable… do you already have a plan in action for the whole holiday period? Where you don’t end up grumpy, frazzled and glad for the return of school? Where activities are already noted on the calendar? Or will you wing it… be impromptu… see what each day brings as it unfolds?

And I’m pretty sure that for parents, mostly everything will be geared around the kids. But what about you? Your daily life interrupted… the house not run on the usual routine… peace and quiet (if you ever get any)… gone!

How are you going to look after yourself at this time? Because although a lot of people consider it “selfish” to put themselves first… if you don’t look after yourself properly… and that includes some time out… how can you give the best of yourself to others? Is it better to run yourself down so as to be “on call 24/7” or to take a half hour once a day just for you?

Comments and thoughts, as always, welcome 🙂

Happy Friday everyone!
Michelle

© 2014 Michelle Payne


Wet Pants

19/06/2013

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Compassion and wet pants!

Come with me to a third grade classroom….. There is a nine-year-old boy sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It’s never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives….The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, “Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I am dead meat.”

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, “Thank you, Lord! Thank you.”

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of compassion. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The compassion is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that would have been his has been transferred to someone else – Susie…

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You’ve done enough, you klutz!”

Finally, at the end of the day as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Susie whispers back, “I wet my pants once too…”

~~ Unknown ~~


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