As I faffed about in the kitchen, post school-drop-off-food-shopping-put-baby-down-for-nap-coffee-and-Nutella-toast-break, I realised I'd been talking in my head to myself for a very, very long time.
I swished and bopped along to covers of songs by darling Artists, shook my toosh to Paolo Nutini as I unpacked the dishwasher. Singing loudly, [not really] nailing those harmonys dooowooop!
Feeling elated as I smelt my toasted muesli doing its delicious thing in the oven, then continuing on to mix up a sweet cinnamon treat for my darlings when they come home. Concocting a a garlic chilli salt which I have not a clue what I'll use it on..but it's very pleasing to the eye.
A well rounded morning, I remarked to myself.
It's the name of the game isn't it.
Enough good food balanced with these sweet treats.
Love and Discipline.
Health or Wealth.
Listening and Politely Ignoring - so you can get back to the conversation in your head.
Giggles and D&Ms
Work. Rest. Play.
To have lovely things, to not fill your life with too much stuff.
All relative. Each to their own and all.
But what suits us, me?
I read an article where a girl in New York has given up tossing trash. Trash is for Tossers. In the past two years the trash she had created can fit into a small mason jar - Whaaat?! Using bulk buying and home-made - everything!
The concept superb. Implicating it in a family of four, just too bloody hard for me!
[note: I do take great pride each week that my rubbish bin is hardly more than 1/3 full].
But at the end of the day if I have the time and space to be pondering such things, I'm doing okay.
That's my Monday Mild Musings.
Thank you for listening [to the voice in your head reading it].