Supermarket shopping made my Saturday.
I stood in the cleaning aisle of my local Tesco, and I had one of those moments. A ‘grin like a lunatic, sing to yourself and start skipping’ moment.
There I was, my 11 month old sitting in the trolley, looking at bin liners and the complete normalness of the situation overwhelmed me.
Mundane is amazing.
Boring is great.
The bread and butter of everyday life is what makes the world such a great place.
I’ve started to notice things more now. I don’t mean that in a hippy, look at the sky and the flowers and hear the birds way. I mean this. I notice life. I notice all the little things about family life that I do everyday. I notice the opening of the curtains in the morning and the pop of the toaster. I notice when I am stuck in traffic listening to the radio and I notice when I get the bus to town to meet Mummy friends for lunch.
The small things matter.
I love noticing them and I love the fact that they happen to me.
I love the fact that I make them happen.
I’m leading a normal life and doing normal things. Mundane things. Yay. Go me.