I had a few standout moments this weekend. A couple of them were not so great, but one in particular was fantastic! Read on....
Let's get the not so great moments out of the way first, and leave the best 'til last!
Hubby and I took the 3 boys shopping to Westfield on Saturday afternoon. I know, I know. What were we thinking? First of all kids + shopping never works as a rule, but on a busy Saturday? In the afternoon when they're tired by then? Crazy stuff.
We were waiting for Hubby to try on some clothes (seriously, the man takes longer than most women do to choose clothes) and there was a large sitting area. The boys just went completely nuts; jumping over the couch, wrestling on the ground. All kinds of threats, promises and pleas went pretty much unnoticed. I left the fitting room in the end, telling them I was embarrassed by their actions. The dramatic exit had no effect, unfortunately. Sigh.
Then last night, the 6yo ran (yes, ran) in to the bathroom, wet from the bath just moments earlier, and fell, hitting his forehead. He can't remember that part. But he has two eggs on his forehead to prove it. We contemplated taking him to the hospital. We hesitated only because he seemed to recover ok, cried straight away, didn't appear to have been knocked out (I think perhaps the forgetfulness was due to shock afterwards), and was responding to all questions. I know how it is with anything related to the head - they want to keep them in for hours under observation, but I just felt he was ok. Within 15 minutes, he was happy and his usual self again, and is fine today (apart from feeling a little sore). (Good call!)
Some days it just doesn't go to plan, does it?
But Sunday lunch made up for it all. I went to a beautiful cafe right under the harbour bridge with a beautiful view of the harbour. It was a sensational April day in Sydney. Warm and sunny. Like the onset of summer all over again.
Getting ready for lunch, I was nervous, because I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn't decide what to wear. I had yet another bad hair day. Then I couldn't find the exact pair of shoes I wanted to wear, but I eventually managed to race out the door in time. I stopped off to buy a bottle of champers. I couldn't believe it when I couldn't find my favourite. Surely...? Then FINALLY, after squinting through the frosted refrigerator door, there riiiight at the back sat the last bottle. Alleluia!
Why all the fuss, you ask? Well, the person I was meeting I had never met before. I had tweeted her. I had emailed her a few times, commented on her blog, she had commented on mine, but we'd never actually 'met' up until that point.
And when she mentioned she'd be in Sydney this weekend, and asked if I'd like to catch up, I jumped at the chance. I always had this feeling that I'd just click with her, and as I drove towards the cafe in North Sydney, I, admittedly, had high hopes for our meeting.
Here's what I expected/hoped...
I expected/hoped she would be a little quieter than me, but we'd have the same sense of humour and have a good laugh and immediately feel comfortable with one another. I expected/hoped that she'd be just as interesting to listen to as her blog is to read. I expected/hope that we'd sit comfortably, chatting away with no uneasy silences. I expected/hoped that we'd have such a good time, that we'd hope to be able to do it again some day.
As I arrived at the restaurant, a few minutes late (the traffic was terrible, and finding a parking space was as difficult as it is to find a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow - that's Sydney for you!) I said to the waiter, "Table for two for 'Ansted'."
He said, "Oh, yes. Your friend is here already."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, a little surprised. (Although, I don't know why. I hadn't expected and certainly hadn't hoped she'd be late!) And then I explained, in this sort of rambling, making-no-sense kinda way, "I don't know what she looks like. We've never actually met before. I mean, we've chatted online. Oh, God. That sounds bad when I say it like that..."
"Oh, like a blind date?" he replied.
"Oh, well no. Not a blind date. Similar. But...no...oh..." Shut up, Jodie.
"There she is over there," he said, pointing towards the back of the cafe. And sure enough, there she was, sitting at the table, looking out at the harbour. And she was just like her photo.
I walked up to her, "Hello there!" I exclaimed, so excited to finally be meeting her. She got up, a big smile on her face.
I was finally meeting the lovely Megan from Writing Out Loud. (I love her blog. If you haven't already - check it out!)
And the lunch was everything I expected/hoped it would be, as was Megan. The 2 hours we sat there (until we had to, reluctantly, forfeit our table for the next set of lunch patrons) flew by. We chatted, joked, laughed and even ordered the same courses (even when the waitress came back to tell us they had run out of the lemon & lime tart - we both ordered the same second choice: brulee).
And then it was time to say goodbye.
Yep - lunch yesterday was definitely my stand out moment for the weekend. Thanks Megan for meeting me yesterday. I can't wait until we can do it again some time soon!