Things I’m exceptionally not good at…

Sometimes you think you’re good at something but it turns out you’re not.

For example in your early 20’s you may or may not have been in a secret spy club with your friends (Yes, I am a nerd) and your spy name may have been Parker. This name provided to you based on your superior parking skills.

And then suddenly you parallel park outside a friends house with 2 wheels on the curb and you find this acceptable.

Or you made decide to shorten some curtains for a rental property. You however may not feel the need to measure them before cutting and the result being one of the curtains 20cm longer than the other.

I thought I was good at these things. I am not.

And then you have my nearly 5 year old son who when I explained to him that using the term “What the heck” wasn’t really appropriate he changed it to “What the haircut”. Which I can’t really fault.

He is good at things.

Lots of things.

I am not so much.

I will now make a short list of other things that I am not good at:
– Béchamel sauce
– Sports
– Painting my nails
– Somersaults
– Hiccuping
– Returning library books
– Picking queues at the Supermarket
– Knowing when to finish short lists

So that’s a little bit of me. I’m also not terribly good at that whole thinking before you speak thing but ah, what the haircut.


Best day of my life…

My 4 year old wants to be 5 so bad that he’s convinced himself that he is 5. His birthday is still nearly weeks away but it’s soon.

The other day after being asked 173 times I told him that we will make cupcakes again soon. He told me off and said “Don’t say soon. When you say that you mean not for a long time”.

He doesn’t understand the word tomorrow and prefers to use the term “next day”.

The concept of time seems to go over his head, or around his legs or something similar.

But today I heard him say that it was “the best day of his life”.

This is the third time this year that he has commented that he’s had the best day of his life.

The first was when he was having a mud fight with his 6 year old brother in his undies.

The second time was his first day at the snow. Up and down the tiny man made slope he went with his toboggan.

And today he was blowing bubbles outside in the sunshine with his brother before they abandoned that idea and turned it into a massive water fight.

There seems to be an outdoors with his brother theme.

There is also an acknowledgement of the fact that he is having a wonderful time.

I don’t think we as adults do that enough.

Maybe we’re too busy worrying about the next thing we need to do or how to wash the mud off the kids.

Maybe it’s when we take pictures and post them to Instagram with 🙂 hashtags.

And maybe it’s hearing our kids say that they’re having the “best day ever”.