in Marks & Spencer’s. I had been picking up some lovely mushrooms for my mushroom and mustard pasta. M&S is pricier than Tesco, but their mushrooms are much better.
In any event, as I was waiting there, with the pram, Adam contently asleep wrapped in his favourite blue blanket and I could see my reflection in the sign they have hanging there. The sign tells you what items are on what floor. Our M&S has 4 floors, by the way. Basement is where I was, where the food is.
Anyway, the sign is reflective and I could see myself. As the lift was taking ages to get to the basement, I had a bit of time to look. So first I looked at my clothes. Little black ballet flats from Next, blue jeans from New Look, cheap Henley type long sleeved cream coloured pull over from Primark. Hair barely brushed. No make up.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t the height of fashion. Okay, maybe I should have brushed my hair a bit better before heading out.
But how do I think I looked?
The most contented and stress free that I have looked in years.
I wasn’t even impatient for the lift to arrive. I didn’t even care that my hair was sticking straight up in parts, or that I really need another cut.
I was just enjoying being in M&S. With my lovely mushrooms. And my lovelier son. Heading home for lunch. And a nap (for Adam, not me).
I never know, these days, what my day will bring. Will I make it out of the house by 10, as planned? Or will it be like today, when Adam was hungry, then not hungry, then wanted a sleep while I showered. Then a bit hungry again. That led to me not leaving until about 10:45.
And I didn’t care. Me, who hates missing a deadline. Who hates running late. Who hates not knowing what is going to happen next.
Is living a more or less schedule free life.
And loving it.
So let’s hear it for contented and not stressed:) You go, Robyn