I have been receiving promotional emails from A Major Retailer.
I originally signed up to receive their materials but then I unsubscribed. And unsubscribed again. And again. Then I called and was assured that I would be removed from their list. When I continued to receive emails, I called again and was assured once more that I would be removed. This last time, the lovely person who answered my call suggested that I block sender. I politely replied that responsibility to rectify the situation does not lie with me.
I find it a bit frustrating.
Big businesses do it but small businesses do it too. I don’t know how many times I have received materials from a new entrepreneur who has chosen to add me to their mailing list, without my consent.
If you are establishing a new business, my suggestion is this: act with integrity.
So there I was, thinking I was oh.so.clever, having finally learnt my lesson [you know, the one about it being ok to ask for help].
When what happened? I went and got sick. And in good.ol’.me.style decide that I could manage it Just Fine with no help whatsoever.
Ahahahaha! Turns out the world had other plans.
When I woke up yesterday morning all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and stay there for pretty much ever. [Or at least until my body started to cooperate]. I realised that there was no way in hell I was going to be able to care for a just.one.year.old and his deliciously rambunctious two year old sister.
So I made the call and handed them both over to one of their most.favourite.people. And then I went and lay in bed and watched TED talks (with a little bit of Oprah for
good great measure) and slept. All day. I surrendered. And it felt SO GOOD.
I thought I’d learnt the lesson and I was wrong. But I reckon I’m getting there, slowly.
We were crossing the road [my two Little Ones and I]. The big Little One walking. The little Little One being pushed.
It was crazy windy [that kind of mess.your.brain.around and leave.you.feeling.discombobulated.for.days kind of wind]. A huge gust suddenly came up and suddenly my big Little One’s hat was flying away and she was lurching after it. Screaming! My Hat! My Hat!
I grabbed her. We made it to the other side and then watched as cars, buses, trucks rumbled over her [almost] favourite thing. eeeep!
Suddenly, a gap in the traffic and a lovely older man shuffled in and grabbed it for us. Oh!
Little kindnesses make my heart so grateful .
My almost.walking.littlest.one and I were exploring. Toddling around some concrete backstreets early one Sunday morning. [My other Favourite People were sitting at a cafe but who wants to sit when you’re Almost One and you can adventure instead? No-one! [that’s who].
So there we were. Looking at ants, staring up at street signs, gazing at street art when a beautiful older man shuffled by.
Crinkled.face, worn shoes, pants hitched up with string and a book tucked under one arm. Hello! He sang. And we hello-ed back. Well, aren’t you beautiful?! He asked my Littlest One [gurgled baby agreement]. Just like your mum! He smiled. And me! [he added, laughing]. And I laughed too.
So lovely. [My morning: made].