My virtuous reality

I had a bit of a Sliding Doors moment this weekend.

You know, that moment when you can choose.  To do the fun thing.  That could leave you feeling worse the next day.  Or do the ‘right’ thing.  Which leaves you feeling virtuous.

I’m not one who usually opts for the latter.  And I’ve always wondered what that must be like. To be the person who doesn’t push the boundaries.  Who is reliably reliable. Who leaves first, when they predicted they would.

Well, this weekend, I found out.

Because instead of Friday night out and Saturday hungover, I chose Friday night in and Saturday looking after Godivy who decided to vomit all over the floor at Greenwich Maritime Museum’s new exhibition.  Not so much Visions of the Universe as Visions of what Godivy had for Breakfast.

Thankfully, Beaver and Godivy are rarely sick and even when they are they’re usually considerate enough to do it at nursery or Grandma’s.  A relief for a mother who used to have a torrid phobia of being sick.

But not on this occasion.  We had vomit in the buggy on the way back.  And then some more when we got home.

As I scooped and mopped and washed, I wondered.  Is this a just reward for picking the right path?  Is this how virtuous people live?  No, it surely can’t be.  Because if it were, you’d only be virtuous once.

And rather adversely it did lead to me feeling quite good.  In the end.  For one, Daddy Pig and I cleaned the whole house because I managed to convince myself that Godivy was only ill because the kitchen floor hadn’t been mopped for two weeks.  Stupid really.  She doesn’t even lick it that much these days.

I labelled Beaver’s new school uniform whilst living vicariously through other people’s Saturday nights on Facebook and Twitter.

photo (2)I cleansed my soul and my cupboards at an early Sunday morning boot-fair with a good friend I don’t see enough. And although we spent almost as much on the pitch and bacon sandwiches as we made, that wasn’t really the point.

We had fun and we got rid of everything.  Including my pink velvet feather-moulting cushions.  So what if I paid £50 for them and only got £1.

Yes, this weekend has been all about purging.  For all of us, even poor Godivy.  It hasn’t been filled with excitement or spontaneity.  But sometimes things need doing and doing them feels good.

It’s helped us leave the emotions of finishing nursery behind us, fickle bunch that we are.  And we’re a little readier for what comes next and all that that might bring.

I like this feeling.  Being virtuous.

It makes me want to go out and celebrate.


Surviving Motherhood Tip#8 – How to be virtuous

  1. Do the opposite of what you really want to do
  2. Declutter and clean – your home and your mind
  3. Do one thing you’ve been putting off
  4. Don’t reward yourself with a wild night out. That’s not how virtuous reality works…


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