I have no idea what I’m doing here anymore. I know I’m over-thinking it. Just write you idiot, write.
Last week was a big one with Jasper’s birthday (6!) and then baking for the cake stall that was yesterday. Then the weekend hit – which was huge – I now accept that Saturdays involve 4+ hours of cricket for Felix and 1.5+ hours for Oscar in the afternoon.
Saturday night saw my self-loathing at a peak as I was going to my birth father’s wife’s 50th and trying to find something in my wardrobe that fitted and looked nice was like looking for a nice bit of pork in a Jewish butchery. Anyway, it was so.much.fun. Apart from catching up with the family I met friend’s of L’s who have known him since high school when the dirty deed was done. It was remarkably awesome hearing from them all about it.
I also got impressively tipsy and came home to make a flourless orange cake. Drunk cake baking. Who knew!
Sunday was Oscar’s school’s 60th birthday party. It needs its own post. That place, I swear to God, is the most special precious place in the universe. I was cake stall organiser and had made 11 different things because I was worried no-one was going to bring anything. Well, people brought things – cupcakes, muffins, slices, brownies, biscuits, lolly bags, meringues, you name it. We’re not sure yet but we’re fairly certain we cracked $1,000 for the school. ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS from a cake stall. And dudes, we were not fleecing people, such was our plentiful supply of baked goodies. It was a magical magical day, all done with the filthiest of hangovers. And my period arriving. Good times.
Last night saw me totally lose my shit at Jasper and Grover and scream at them like I never have before. Oscar stood on the sidelines getting a good seat for the show and relishing the moment that for once it did not involve him or Felix.
I was asleep by 9 to then be up at 6 this morning.
Today I have done all those weekend things that didn’t get done – washing, cleaning the chook house, guinea pig cage, the silkworm box and watering the garden. I had a quick 20 minute nana nap on the lounge after that effort and now must go and check the guineas are not dead in the sun out the back. Whoops.