This was a weekend where I had to double-dose on my multi-vitamins.
It started abruptly with a 4.45am wake-up call to quickly throw on some clothes, wake the little guy and put him in his scout’s uniform, then head up the road to unload 200 Christmas trees from a truck. We then had to stack them ready to start selling by 6am. I also took Rosie and after giving the trees a good sniff she rested on a park bench.
We did have a visit from Santa and I put Drew in the photo with him because Alfie had disappeared. A friend of his was busking across the road so he abandoned his post to give him some support. Never mind about the trees!
And can you believe, the woman I told you about a few posts ago who needed a valium, walked by with her birthday-boy-son. And that’s quite a coincidence because I don’t live in a one-horse town; it’s actually quite densely populated.
I said, ‘hello’ and reminded her of where we’d met and asked her how the party went down. She said, ‘Well black mark against my name for not recognising you; the party went very, very well.’
I asked, ‘Did the children bring presents or were donations made to the orphanage in India?’
She said, ‘Two children brought presents’.
‘Out of a dozen?’
‘Yes. Try explaining that to a six-year old. They made their philanthropic donations but next year I’m going to say, ‘Don’t even bother making a donation; I’ve taken care of that for you – I’m donating one of his kidneys or maybe even his colon’.’
And only two people thanked her for the party. She’s from Melbourne but has been living overseas for the past 11 years and has only just moved to our suburb. I think she thinks people with our postcode have parked their manners elsewhere.
Then I saw a woman walking by with the most beautiful gingerbread house. While she was trying to get it to her car without dropping it, I asked her if she could pause for me to take a photo. I thought you’d like to see it – just gorgeous. It will take centre-stage on a round table in her home where it will certainly be noticed.
We finished selling the trees at 1pm; tired, sunburnt, thirsty and with arms covered in a rash from the pine needles.
The little guy went to a friend’s house and I popped out with Arabella for pedicures. Excellent excuse to sit down and do nothing for half an hour.
Then we came home and I iced and decorated five Christmas cakes. You’ve no idea the mess! The icing sugar was flying everywhere and little Rosie was ‘helping’ by getting under my feet and licking it off the floor. One cake has been delivered and the others will be moved on early this week (the earlier the better as I’m running out of bench).
Tired after our 4.45am start, we opted for an early night because we had another early start for Sunday morning. The little guy had heard about a biathlon he wanted to compete in. I said, ‘Alfie, it’s an adult event with no children.’ That didn’t bother him a bit. So I said, ‘It’s a 1.7km (1 mile) swim. You’ve only ever done a 400mtr ocean swim; this is four times that distance’.
And he looked me straight in the face and said, ‘I can do that. And the run will be easy’. The run was 9.5kms (6 miles). He hadn’t run in a race since June. And had done no running training. I wasn’t sure he should do it but I spoke to his swimming coach and he said, ‘Let him do it; the more of these he does the better. He’ll be fine’.
So we were up at 5.45am so we could register for the race at 6.15am. Because the event was for adults, I told Alfie I would do the swim and be beside him all the way. There were 100 in the race and he was the youngest by a couple of decades. Most were big blokes with a few keen females thrown in the mix.
It was a cold, grey morning with a sprinkle of rain and the race started in the water. We had to do three laps of the course then come around a yellow buoy and run onto the sand. We swam side by side for the entire race. I could see he was finding it a struggle. While he swims that distance in his squads, swimming in the ocean is very different to swimming up and down a lane. But he maintained his pace throughout the race and just kept going and going. Finally we rounded the yellow buoy and it was a sprint to the sand. He received a huge clap from the competitors who had finished for being the only child in the race. We came 62nd and 63rd in the swim.
Alfie emerged from the water blue with cold (he doesn’t have a thermal fat layer) and saying he was dizzy. His father said, ‘Well you don’t have to do the run’, and Alfie said, ‘There’s no way I’m not doing the run’. So after tying up his jogging shoes off he went on a very hilly run. I didn’t do the run as I’m not jogging-fit and I just can’t keep up with him.
After a shower and putting on some warm clothes I waited for him at the finish line. Finally we saw him in the distance. Knowing the end was in sight, he sprinted to the finish line. I’m not sure where he came or what time he did but he does make running look effortless. I asked, ‘How was it?’ and he said, ‘Mum, it was really good; these new shoes are fantastic; it was like I was running on air’.
And after re-fueling at the Beach Club for breakfast, it was home for a couple of hours before heading into the city to see Santa. More on that to follow.
And it’s been a very busy week but things will ramp up even more this coming week. And I’m sure things are no different for you.