Online Again

With all of the glorious hot, sticky and long heat wave we have been experiencing here (averaging +30C or higher for the past 3 weeks), along comes with that the ever present threat of forest fires. Leave it to some numb skull exercising their ignorance to not properly extinguish their banned campfire, to some psycho that lights them on purpose out of pure joy to Mother Nature providing the most excellent lightning show, there is always that threat that the fire will be closer to home than you are comfortable with. Luckily, this latest fire was not overly close to my house, however it got too close to a communications hub and caused severe damage to it, hence providing me with a lack of internet and at time cable service for the past two days. Imagine my excitement 15 minutes ago to see that internet bar all lit up in it's glorious green colour on my router .....

I mean, how pathetic am I when I feel out of touch and lost without the internet. Sadly, the internet is my life in the sense that 99% of my communication with friends and family are via email, msn or bloggin. Add in keeping up to date on current events, banking, bill payments and researching and entertainment and well, yes, on more than one occasion these past two days, I feel that I had gone rustic. As in good old fashioned rustic. Like how many would feel to lose the television or even electricity rustic.

The good news, is aside from making it through these difficult two days of no internet, I can officially announce that I made it through a whole week of daycare!!!! Yes - it was a four day week and I really like the idea of that. Already, my day tomorrow is jammed packed with dentist and doctor appointments, haircuts, grocery shopping, interviews for the dayhome, and household chores. Which theoretically means that I can actually kick back and enjoy life with my children on Saturday and Sunday because everything will be done. If this little scenario actually plays out to perfection then heck - I just may love being an independent business woman. I mean success doesn't necessarily mean that you must be raking in the moola right? My redefinition of success means that I managed to keep my cool despite four screaming kids all clamouring for my attention, three of the four kids taking turns beating on each other while I attempted to remain neutral and firm in the battles, I actually managed to provide healthy and wholesome meals and snacks despite my culinary ineptness, I became an important fixture in one of those children's lives, so much so that they scream and cry when they have to leave me come the end of the day. I mean that accounts for success no? And to tell you the truth, it doesn't matter because when it comes down to it, it is what I feel my accomplishments are that truly define success for me. If I am capable of holding my head up high and giving it my best, then I must be doing something right.

So folks, in my euphoria of surviving my first week of daycare and having internet access again, I am off to kick back, relax and read a great smutty yet stupid book. In my infinite wisdom, it makes so much more sense to get up at 5:30am tomorrow to get the household chores done before the appointments begin, the haircuts, then the interviews and then the weekend company arriving. Just call me practical ... no wait ... perhaps I should look at redefining that word too .....