Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Avoiding the Quick Step

I practically hibernate during the Winter. I shut down and stay inside as much as possible. Not a lot of socialising is to be had at all. I sit here and read your blogs, not always commenting because my hands haven't quite warmed up yet to type easily.

My youngest son, Ryan (15), has just started his first ever part time job. Cameron (16) as some of you will be aware, has been working at the local bakery over the weekends, since he was 13 years old. It's tough work and he still complains that he doesn't enjoy it, but he certainly enjoys having the money. He starts at 6am, usually finishing around 12 or 1pm. He still doesn't have his driver's license, so his father or I drop him off at that ungodly hour of the morning.

As of today, Ryan will be on his fourth day as a trainee working for Kentucky Fried Chicken....not the best place for a son to be employed when his mother is attempting to lose weight lol. So far he seems to be enjoying it. His hours have been varied...and at the moment I am leaving the house more than I'd like to in this cold. Dropping Cam at work at 6am, picking him up after midday. Back out again at 3pm to drop off Ryan, and then collecting him at around 9pm.

Now Cameron's been asked by KFC, if he would please consider working there two nights a week. They need the extra help with the night shift and the clean up at the end of the evening. I wasn't overly happy to hear about it, but he's assured me that it will not interfere with his studies and I trust him. I've also told him that should I see a decline in his grades, he'll be outta there faster than you can say "Would you like to upsize that?" I may have to quit my own job just to accommodate the comings and goings of my childrens working life.

Lots of changes this year, and lots of different steps to deal with, regardless of whether I feel like it or not at this point. And speaking of steps, there seems to be a lot of them in my life lately, and not always in a positive way.

The other day I roasted a leg of lamb on the BBQ for the time it was cooked and ready to add to the rest of what I'd put together for dinner, it was pitch black outside. I went down the steps to get to the BBQ and promptly fell because I couldn't see where I was going. Not so bad, the landing was soft but wet. I twisted my ankle but nothing major, so all was fine and dinner was lovely.

A few days later we left the house to drop the boys off at school and I almost fell on the steps leading down to the garage. The top two were covered in ice...I did a rather interesting skating dance to keep myself upright while Cameron told me to "Just stop sliding Mum!" in an exasperated tone, like I had control over my feet. Pfft.

Last weekend I borrowed my ex-husband's water blaster and had a go at the steps outside the laundry door. There's no guttering along that side of the house yet and the stairs were green and slippery...yet another accident zone. Now that they're clean the weather's done nothing but rain, so I haven't had a chance to use them.

"Change is as good as a holiday" they say. I'd agree in some circumstances...but sometimes, just would be lovely to keep still and not have to deal with the different steps in life that we all go through. It's a comfort zone thing for me. And while I'm all for my children feeling independent by earning their own money, and taking on the extra responsibility, I wish that didn't mean my car was forever going in and out of it's garage.

It's all progress of steps. It'd be good to think that moving along each step, did not actually make me feel I'm possibly taking a risk when I place my foot upon the next one.
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