Let me tell you a little story …
Saturday was a gorgeous day in Brisbane. We thought we’d get out of the house and have a little adventure so headed to Redcliffe Lagoon.
On the way my husband and I had a fight because the baby didn’t sleep and was going to be a nightmare for the morning if she didn’t.
I was grumpy because I didn’t want to have her sleeping on me in the carrier in the heat. (Sometimes it’s any excuse to let off steam, right?)
Our four-year-old is pushing some major boundaries at the moment and by Friday night I am DONE!
Anyway. He dropped the kids and I off at the lagoon and kept driving the baby around. She did sleep.
Down at the lagoon it was stunning and not as crowded as I thought it would be.
In fact, I’d say it was almost blissful. The kids freaking loved it! Every second. And so did I.
As we were swimming around the angst from the car washed away and I wrote a little text to the husband ‘sorry for being a bitch’.
The kids wanted a snack so we sat on the fake grass and ate leftover pancakes (a BRILLIANT recipe) and fruit. My husband arrived with the babe and we all played and swam in the water.
It was glorious and my cup was filling up thick and fast!
I had had a wine (or two) the night before so asked my husband to get me a coffee. He came back with a black coffee that was reminiscent of a bus-stop in Croatia. I later found out he bought it from the same guy selling icy poles…. (NEVER do that again husband…..)
We headed off when everyone was worn out and jumped into the car. We need petrol so the husband filled up and came back to the car not with the water I had asked for, but THREE Snickers bars. WTF!? He said there was a promotion where if you bought one you got another two free. It was honestly the strangest thing because a) he’s not that into sweets and b) he just NEVER does that stuff!
Anyway, I proceeded to eat a Snickers bar happily (no guilt – seriously – why bother with that – I cannot remember the last time I had one) while the kids, one by one, fell to sleep in the back of the car. It was absolutely glorious. The whole thing.
They kept sleeping so we kept driving. And chatting. It was peaceful and we were connecting. We ended up at Mount Glorious. Which was…well…you know…glorious!
We had a big chicken caesar salad and the kids had toasted sandwiches. And they ran around on the mountain side.
And I breathed in the mountain air and felt it recharging me, calming me, grounding me. I just took huge deep breaths and soaked it in.
Perhaps I have lived on a mountain in a past life, because I LOVE MOUNTAINS! They have a particular energy and remind me of the largeness of the natural world and my insignificant part in it. Helps put things in perspective for me. The ocean can do the same thing – but not to the same extent that mountains can.
We drove home in the late afternoon in peace. I even held my husbands hand in the car – whaaat?! We were together, we were joyful we were also FREAKING exhausted!! ha! How different to the way the day began.
For the first time, in a long time, I felt SO FULL. And it had nothing to do with food. I had filled my cup. We’d all filled each other’s cups.
It made for a totally different weekend after the weeks of packing and moving house and unpacking box after box….
It felt great.
When was the last time you felt full? The last time you filled your cup?