Lately I’ve been living on the edge!
This is not your ordinary edge, nor is the edge you’re thinking of it. It’s
not some "wild-night-out" edge or some "on-the-verge-of-a-break-down" edge but
the daily "never-on-time and running-like-crazy" edge. After rushing like a
madwoman to every event I commit to, I realize this is really about proving to
myself that yes, in fact, I am in this game called life. Life with the Quigley
boys that is.
But to be totally honest, I feel like I’m running all day long and when I
need to be somewhere on time- we’re really getting out of control. Who needs
marathon training? or weight lifting? I have 2 Quigley boys!!
The other day I had to get to a doctor appointment and I was on time except
for the unexpected parking issues. I pulled into like 10 different stalls, each
with a different office designation and none for the office I was going to. I
turned around Austin Powers style like 3 times, blinked like mad as my eyes
played tricks on me backing up into a white wall and I finally settled on a
parking stall that was as close to the elevator as possible, but it still felt
like 500m away! SO after an adrenalin rush like this ( yes my new living on the
edge reality), I asked myself, Why am I always running late despite trying to be
one time? Why am I always out of breath, cursing the car seat, toddler or driver
in front of me? Is this some new phase of my life? A new me? All I can
attribute it to is living on the edge Q-style! I rush, run and rage my way
through most days when we have appointments. It’s no wonder, I crawled under a
blanket, attempted to ignore the screaming baby and shipped the toddler off to
day care the moment I saw a flake hit the ground yesterday. I was D-O-N-E!!
(i.e., stick a fork in me!).
Then Friday, time to pick up Poppa from the airport, it was snowing like mad
and with both kids in the car we trekked our way across the city and up the
Deerfoot deathtrap to the airport. After picking dad up I needed to relax, and
slow down, we made it, but not after skidding and swerving a bit to wake up
Poppa! Welcome to Calgary winter Poppa! Yep- no denying it now, there are
flakes a plenty and it’s -20 with the wind chill. So buck up Quigley, you are
in this game now no matter what you want.
In the end all I really want is to be early for something. To walk in
leisurely with the 2 kids in tow, calmly collected and cool. I want to
eliminate the sweating chill that comes moments after walking into a warm
building and I can’t wait to stare down the other mom’s looking frazzled as I
sit calmly feeding the baby whilst shoving home made banana bread and peeled
sliced apple into Kai’s mouth! Yep, I wanna be “that mom”…someday.
Occassionally I remember some crackers, or a drink of sorts but mostly I pretend
we “left it in the car again”.
One last image for your delight:
Picture me walk-running, ya know the kind. The 2 large, huge steps then hop and practically trip over your feet walk- running…
Now see me in my skin tight, pre-pregnancy jeans ( what? I
can fit into these?) and winter coat…
Now add the stroller, a double chariot that’s bright green, see the two kids (one crying, the other demanding the aforementioned banana bread),
Now I’m late and running down very busy road with snow piles at every street curb and I am smiling…?... yep, I am laughing at myself. We are 5 minutes late for Kai’s hair appointment and all I can do is laugh at myself… I am sweating now and struggling with every step- hilarious! I arrived and I’m sweating profusely ( like drops down my face and forehead) and
panting heavily. We are in the store with Connor in one arm, diaper bag in the
other and Kai… where is he? His hand is in the sucker jar before we even start
hair cut. Yes!
This was me yesterday, Tuesday afternoon. Is it just me or am I a glutton
for punishment? LOVE IT!! (p.s thank you to the chinese man who suggested I take the bus!)
Just do me one favour, tell me when I am over the edge as I may not recognize
it in my new state of living there!
This is not your ordinary edge, nor is the edge you’re thinking of it. It’s
not some "wild-night-out" edge or some "on-the-verge-of-a-break-down" edge but
the daily "never-on-time and running-like-crazy" edge. After rushing like a
madwoman to every event I commit to, I realize this is really about proving to
myself that yes, in fact, I am in this game called life. Life with the Quigley
boys that is.
But to be totally honest, I feel like I’m running all day long and when I
need to be somewhere on time- we’re really getting out of control. Who needs
marathon training? or weight lifting? I have 2 Quigley boys!!
The other day I had to get to a doctor appointment and I was on time except
for the unexpected parking issues. I pulled into like 10 different stalls, each
with a different office designation and none for the office I was going to. I
turned around Austin Powers style like 3 times, blinked like mad as my eyes
played tricks on me backing up into a white wall and I finally settled on a
parking stall that was as close to the elevator as possible, but it still felt
like 500m away! SO after an adrenalin rush like this ( yes my new living on the
edge reality), I asked myself, Why am I always running late despite trying to be
one time? Why am I always out of breath, cursing the car seat, toddler or driver
in front of me? Is this some new phase of my life? A new me? All I can
attribute it to is living on the edge Q-style! I rush, run and rage my way
through most days when we have appointments. It’s no wonder, I crawled under a
blanket, attempted to ignore the screaming baby and shipped the toddler off to
day care the moment I saw a flake hit the ground yesterday. I was D-O-N-E!!
(i.e., stick a fork in me!).
Then Friday, time to pick up Poppa from the airport, it was snowing like mad
and with both kids in the car we trekked our way across the city and up the
Deerfoot deathtrap to the airport. After picking dad up I needed to relax, and
slow down, we made it, but not after skidding and swerving a bit to wake up
Poppa! Welcome to Calgary winter Poppa! Yep- no denying it now, there are
flakes a plenty and it’s -20 with the wind chill. So buck up Quigley, you are
in this game now no matter what you want.
In the end all I really want is to be early for something. To walk in
leisurely with the 2 kids in tow, calmly collected and cool. I want to
eliminate the sweating chill that comes moments after walking into a warm
building and I can’t wait to stare down the other mom’s looking frazzled as I
sit calmly feeding the baby whilst shoving home made banana bread and peeled
sliced apple into Kai’s mouth! Yep, I wanna be “that mom”…someday.
Occassionally I remember some crackers, or a drink of sorts but mostly I pretend
we “left it in the car again”.
One last image for your delight:
Picture me walk-running, ya know the kind. The 2 large, huge steps then hop and practically trip over your feet walk- running…
Now see me in my skin tight, pre-pregnancy jeans ( what? I
can fit into these?) and winter coat…
Now add the stroller, a double chariot that’s bright green, see the two kids (one crying, the other demanding the aforementioned banana bread),
Now I’m late and running down very busy road with snow piles at every street curb and I am smiling…?... yep, I am laughing at myself. We are 5 minutes late for Kai’s hair appointment and all I can do is laugh at myself… I am sweating now and struggling with every step- hilarious! I arrived and I’m sweating profusely ( like drops down my face and forehead) and
panting heavily. We are in the store with Connor in one arm, diaper bag in the
other and Kai… where is he? His hand is in the sucker jar before we even start
hair cut. Yes!
This was me yesterday, Tuesday afternoon. Is it just me or am I a glutton
for punishment? LOVE IT!! (p.s thank you to the chinese man who suggested I take the bus!)
Just do me one favour, tell me when I am over the edge as I may not recognize
it in my new state of living there!