I got caught in a thunderstorm today. I was doing the school run... pushing a pram and trying to hold an umbrella over us. I was conscious of all the people in cars, probably mostly parents, looking at me trudging along. I don't drive. I couldn't find the class list to get the phone number of a parent who had offered to drive my 5yo home on rainy days. I don't like to ask for lifts very often... in fact i have only asked once this year. I guess this is pride? It was very embarrassing walking in the storm today.... dodging the sprays of water from the passing cars. But I mused that maybe this was ok... maybe it was character building?
Ryn: I struggle with people who use double negatives: "I ain't no bogan" etc. I wonder why they would want to sound so dumb? But maybe they don't know that they actually called themselves a bogan? Maybe they didn't have the benefit of an education because their parents didn't have their act together enough to get them to school so they fell behind and decided it was too humiliating going back? Or is it the herd mentality that dictates they have to speak that way to "fit into" their group?
DH home early back later!
ETA: sorry missed your post Cai! I'll get back here soon! vodka sounds good!
Last edited by Bathsheba; September 3rd, 2009 at 06:21 PM.
Yesterday I watched a medical professional make a mistake on my daughter. I knew exactly what was happening, and I thought that either I step up an say something now, or I keep quiet. Someone who was humble to the point of it being a bad thing would keep quiet. Instead, I said "excuse me, but the dye is outside her vein, can you please flush that out" He and the other people in the room (besides my husband who was now on the ground ) turned bright red. I then said "its obviously a dangerous substance with you all wearing protective gear whilst handling it, I would like to protect my daughters arm now thank you". I wasn't swearing at them, I wasn't screaming, I knew what was going on, so I asked them to fix it up. It caused Matilda a deal of pain to fix it up, but it was better than the alternatives. If I were too humble, there may be some reactions for Matilda. If I weren't humble enough I may have caused a scene which would make them upset and unable to do their job properly. Get what I mean?
Bath, I understand what you mean. There were times when I was leaving work to walk home knowing that 4 of my workmates drove past my house to get home. I was too proud to ask for a lift, but too humble to expect someone else to help me out. In the end I decided that people couldn't help me, if they didn't know the opportunity was there.
I get frustrated with friends who don't say when they need help, because I would love to help them if they needed help. I say to them "please let me know if there is anything you need/want/would like help with, so that I can do something... I can't read minds but I really want to do something for you".
It's interesting... I see what you mean Christy about people not being able to read minds... but the family that live directly opposite us send their own kids to my DS's school drive past me every day. The mother asks how my DS is going in Prep... but I assume she is worried that if she offers him a lift one day that she will be lumped with the inconvenience of taking him everyday it rains? Actually the mother is really interesting... she used to be ultra friendly and asked me over to her house for a cuppa for a year or two after we moved in... then one day she knocked on my door in tears, she had accidentally locked her toddler in her house and was in a panic because she couldn't get back in. I ran over with her to her house and tried to help her break in. She was on the verge of calling a locksmith. Then I saw an open window on the second story above her garage. I got a ladder from a neighbour who had also come over and despite being several weeks pregnant (no-one knew) I climbed up onto the roof of the garage to see if I could get in the window. I couldn't fit. So I got my 9yo DD and she climbed up and managed to squeeze in the window and rescued the toddler by opening the door from inside. Of course then there were more tears of relief and lots of gratitude... I hugged her and said that I would have been in a similar state etc. But strangely, ever since that day, she has been much cooler toward me. I assume she was embarrassed because it's never been the same between us. So I guess this is why I haven't felt confident enough to ask her to give my DS a lift to school. But I will accept the offers of people who have asked me from now on.
I bet she feels a bit silly about what happened Bath.
You know, this last few months for me is proof that sometimes people can't see beyond their feet. I've had so much going on with Matilda's diagnosis of Autism, and her hospital stays and her kidney issues... if I passed someone walking whilst driving I wouldn't even notice .
My friend broke her foot, and I tried to help, but just couldn't do much other than drop off food because I just couldn't. I hate feeling this way, like I'm missing opportunities to bless others... but its where I am at the moment. I hope that life can settle, but I'm not sure it will anytime soon.
vodka sounds good!
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) turned bright red. I then said "its obviously a dangerous substance with you all wearing protective gear whilst handling it, I would like to protect my daughters arm now thank you". I wasn't swearing at them, I wasn't screaming, I knew what was going on, so I asked them to fix it up. It caused Matilda a deal of pain to fix it up, but it was better than the alternatives. If I were too humble, there may be some reactions for Matilda. If I weren't humble enough I may have caused a scene which would make them upset and unable to do their job properly. Get what I mean? 
Actually the mother is really interesting... she used to be ultra friendly and asked me over to her house for a cuppa for a year or two after we moved in... then one day she knocked on my door in tears, she had accidentally locked her toddler in her house and was in a panic because she couldn't get back in. I ran over with her to her house and tried to help her break in. She was on the verge of calling a locksmith. Then I saw an open window on the second story above her garage. I got a ladder from a neighbour who had also come over and despite being several weeks pregnant (no-one knew) I climbed up onto the roof of the garage to see if I could get in the window. I couldn't fit. So I got my 9yo DD and she climbed up and managed to squeeze in the window and rescued the toddler by opening the door from inside. Of course then there were more tears of relief and lots of gratitude... I hugged her and said that I would have been in a similar state etc. But strangely, ever since that day, she has been much cooler toward me. I assume she was embarrassed 
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