I know that it's incredibly wrong to start judging people by the way they order their coffee but can I please sneakily judge the guy who has a triple shot take away cap with five sugars? I tend to be a bit concerned about the function of his heart.
As for my own heart monitoring… I've signed up for another fun run, this one across the harbour bridge with thousands of other crazy morning runners. I'll be monitoring my heart as I run. My training runs have been sporadic at best while getting my family through the latest sickness and working at HANG, the gorgeous Cafe/Art Gallery where I seem to be spending a little bit of time!
Men men men.. they are confusing me. An ex boyfriend calls to ask a parenting question, another calls and talks and talks while I sit silently, with nothing much to say and a ponderous heart. The conversation felt so bizarre that he asked a few times if I was still there. I wasn't really sure whether I was. Then a guy in uniform (and we all know how much we all love those!) comes into work and orders hot chocolate. I give him a marshmallow. The women customers fall silent and I have a quiet giggle to myself and wonder if these boys ever grow up? And for that matter, will I?
I worry in advance of my daughters single years and probable heartaches. How on earth do parents not annihilate the people who hurt their kids hearts? I would like to stop time for a little longer so they grow up slower, stay innocent longer, keep coming into my arms for snuggles. My lovely little girls.
Today's revelation: Someone wants to take me out for dinner. My 10 year old says I blush when he calls. How embarrassing… but I like him.
