All puffed -up, stuffed and totally out of sync with the world....

Have you ever had allergies? If so, pray that you never do ever get them. Especially the Spring kind, the Pollen allergy. I am so not well with runny, stuffed up nose,  puffy, itchy eyes and so out of sync with everything. Wish Spring wouldn't punish me so. Is Spring ('April is the cruellest month') really cruel after all ? Am sure not a pretty sight to look at during early Spring , anyways .

Glad that the schools are on and the break is over for the kids. Which means less of the shouting and screaming  and a little private time to oneself , at least in the mornings, which are now mostly spent in a world of tissues and paper towels though. No medication seems to work for me. Someone told me the other day Yoga might be the answer or at least  some work-out at the Gym . Need to seriously think about enrolling at the Rush. I find I can't gather enough enthusiasm for anything now-a-days. It is most likely my age creeping on me. I am getting old, its as simple as that, I tell myself . Time does catch up with you and one fine day you realize you would rather curl up somewhere, far away from all this madness. Bliss it would be to be away far away from all this' busy-ness' . But there's no escape .You are not done yet, some little voice in me perks up.

There's so many things I have promised myself I will do one day, someday... Like the swimming classes for instance, which I always think about taking, around this same time of the year, but never get to actually do anyhow. Life is all about meeting one's priorities I know, and somehow my swimming gets pushed back always. It has no real priority in the general interests, you know. I believe I would sure love the time in the water, that would be like the feeling I always get, when I  walk around stringing my camera, clicking away, got to do something about the swimming classes one of these days.The sheer pleasure of the kids and everyone else when they are in the water, makes me so envious of them. I usually, always sit around and watch the kids in the water, how I desire to be in with them ! One of these days, definitely, I promise myself again.

There is so much work to be done, if I have a mind for it that is. I'd rather take a book and curl around, tucked inside my blanket, on the bed, reading the book of my choice, than reply to the mail I ought to or some other house work I need to do. Only, I would be mercilessly chided if I don't, so I got to get on with it. See, my eyes are puffy, I got so much work to do, whether it be in the kitchen or the house or mailing some stuff but I'd rather do something that is more appealing. How far have I grown up I wonder! This very grown-up person , who demands her kids to be responsible, how much are you mature enough, yourself ? Aren't you still a kid who would shun his/her work and opt for play and pleasure, not really having grown up yourself but try to appear before like one for your little ones?

Wordsworth's lines from his short poem " My heart leaps up when I behold" come to my mind,  'Child is father of man', he says in it. It does ring very true to me. We often fool ourselves we are more knowledgeable, mature, that we know the best, but are we or do we truly ? Numerous are the times my eyes have been opened by the words  from the mouths of mere babes. How many times have I learned new things from my own kids! They do  teach you simple, important  stuff, stuff that really matters that is, on a daily basis. Its not rocket Science, but the very simple, more important principles we tend to frequently brush away, running after the very modern "important", busy life. It is to those really important, simple stuff, which the kids take us back to through their tender wisdom . Also, you need the patience to listen to them, then only you can learn from them. Dwelling on it, it dawns on me, these words of truth from these mere babes that I learn on a daily basis, are actually lessons long forgotten by me, things I used to know, they remind me of who I once used to be.  So, William Wordsworth the Philosopher/Poet was right , wasn't he after all?