I have a tendency to overreact. Sometimes my sighs over food-splattered-clothing are a little too loud and often I tsk, tsk, tsk. If I'm particularly busy and feeling overly sensitive I can approach a small problem with the drama usually reserved for an emergency. Perspective is not my strong point.
Last weekend we visited the local primary school's annual fete. Che was having his face painted in one of the classrooms so Daniel and I wandered around the room to check out the artwork. Amongst alphabet place cards and paintings of autumn was a big, bright poster titled: The Catastrophe Scale. Daniel just turned to me and raised his eyebrows. I laughed-out-loud and had to refrain him from ripping it off the wall and taking it home for our fridge.
Number 1 on the scale: "You dropped your ice-cream"
Number 10 on the scale: "There's an earthquake in your home town."
Now I just think of the words 'catastrophe scale' and snap back into a grounded reality.
The photos are completely unrelated...but I'm still reminiscing about beautiful Melbourne