bluephinBig Day Out
September 26th 2006 12:00
Occasionally I get the urge to do something other than housework. Don’t get me wrong, I love housework - picking up my son’s smelly socks and finding week old sandwich crusts in his school bag is a secret joy of mine, but occasionally (probably 50 times a week) I feel the need, the desire to remove myself from the role of domestic engineer and step outside my safe little realm.
I had such an urge on Sunday. It woke me up at 4.00 in the morning, the prospect of my idea exciting me and yet at the same time, making my heart skip with fear. I’d never attempted anything like this before. Would I be able to do it without spiraling into a panic attack? I could, couldn’t I? After all, I’m a mum and mums are indestructible, right?!
So I bit the bullet, pulled the plug, stuck my neck out – you get the idea. I gave into my urge.
I drove to Darling Harbour.
Laugh if you must but for me that was a big deal. I’ve only ever been to Sydney once and that was for work, not play. That one time I took public transport and spent the majority of the trip trying to calm my nerves through rhythmic breathing that had concerned fellow passengers asking me if I was in labour.
So, I got into my disposable little Hyundai (they’re like toddlers, they age the most in the first two years of their life), strapped Jack into the back, informed my Mr Man to keep all comments in regards to my driving to himself and set off.
I actually enjoyed the driving experience up until the end of the freeway. After that, my leg was shaking so much that other drivers must have thought I was an L plater having an epileptic fit.
The relief I felt when I finally got a park at the Entertainment Centre was akin to being able to go to the toilet after drinking 6 litres of water.
Finally, I could breath without hyperventilating, relax and enjoy my big day out – I just had to remember to save $25 dollars for parking.
I had such an urge on Sunday. It woke me up at 4.00 in the morning, the prospect of my idea exciting me and yet at the same time, making my heart skip with fear. I’d never attempted anything like this before. Would I be able to do it without spiraling into a panic attack? I could, couldn’t I? After all, I’m a mum and mums are indestructible, right?!
So I bit the bullet, pulled the plug, stuck my neck out – you get the idea. I gave into my urge.
I drove to Darling Harbour.
Laugh if you must but for me that was a big deal. I’ve only ever been to Sydney once and that was for work, not play. That one time I took public transport and spent the majority of the trip trying to calm my nerves through rhythmic breathing that had concerned fellow passengers asking me if I was in labour.
So, I got into my disposable little Hyundai (they’re like toddlers, they age the most in the first two years of their life), strapped Jack into the back, informed my Mr Man to keep all comments in regards to my driving to himself and set off.
I actually enjoyed the driving experience up until the end of the freeway. After that, my leg was shaking so much that other drivers must have thought I was an L plater having an epileptic fit.
The relief I felt when I finally got a park at the Entertainment Centre was akin to being able to go to the toilet after drinking 6 litres of water.
Finally, I could breath without hyperventilating, relax and enjoy my big day out – I just had to remember to save $25 dollars for parking.
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