Rissie had the big talent show today. I don’t know if I am incapable of reading and digesting newsletters, I just miss things or I am obtuse but I never seem to be up to date with what is happening at the school. So when she came home yesterday and told me that it was on today I initially said “oh no, I have to work!” She stood in front of me and wailed. She broke my heart. Luckily I am self-employed doing various jobs for various people. Generally I work from home which is great in the respect that I can manage my own hours and it is usually flexible. Not so great in other respects in that it is hard to get away from work and you can find yourself working 7 days a week if you are not careful. However, the flexibility is wonderful, especially in times of emergencies such as the talent show. I rang my Tuesday meeting and changed it to Wednesday and reassured my showgirl that I would be there. I thought the tears would dry up immediately as Rissie is prone to being dramatic (no idea where she gets that from), but she kept sobbing for some time. I think the pressure was getting to her. And to me. I hate my kids being stressed or anxious and wished I could find a magic wand to make all their troubles disappear. Instead I gave her a back rub and told her that she didn’t have to do anything if she didn’t want to. That was a little white lie as we all know there is going to be an endless list of things of things to do, as you grow older, that will have to be done regardless of whether you want to or not. Normally I hate lying to my kids but I put it in the same basket as Santa Claus, a lie for the greater good, which is entirely acceptable in my books. She sniffed dramatically, tossed her vegemite hair over her shoulder and disappeared into her room. My girl was back. The show must go on.
Suffice to say she was fabulous. Well to me she was. I actually sat there, staring at this tiny little girl on stage, in her little white dress, with her dodgy hair-do and found myself welling up with tears. I don’t think I am strong enough to be a Mother sometimes, and they are only 8. When I came home I checked on my chooks one last time. Unfortunately I have had to come to the conclusion that Bossy and Snow are not coming home. I was hoping they truly were away, having a very long, very good, dirty weekend. That I would walk in on them with self-satisfied smirks on their faces passed out from exhaustion. But no they did not come home. I found another hen missing this morning along with a tell-tale sign of feathers which can only mean that a fox has been in my hen house. So I am shutting the gate on their free roaming days for a little while until I feel that they are safe again.
I attempted a new dish tonight that I threw unceremoniously in the bin. It will have to wait until I have had a think about what I did wrong. I am attempting to perfect a whole baked stuffed pumpkin. The only thing I got right in today’s effort was that it was stuffed. So after that little effort I had no energy to do anything apart from make a juice. After the emotional rollercoaster of being a mother who suddenly wanted to kidnap her own children and wrap them in cotton wool for a little while longer and dealing with the loss of Bossy and my feathered girls I needed something to provide some energy. Green juice it was. There are a million different reasons out there as to why juicing is good for you and why the green juice seems to be the best of them all. For me it means I am getting a huge serve of vegetables with some fruit, it tastes great and always makes me feel good as well. Vodka also does that, but I don’t like it as much in the morning.
3 Granny Smith apples
3 sticks of celery
Kale – equivalent to 2 big leaves
1 Bok Choy
Knuckle of ginger
Handful snowpea sprouts
Handful baby spinach
Handful of mint
Chop all ingredients up to an appropriate size for your juicer. Juice away!!!