OH dudes, I woke up today with a bad case of sad brain.
I think this is for a number of reasons:
- there were a couple of goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year, none of which I’ve made any inroads into
- the big boys got back from a week away at school camp and the upshot of that is a severe case of HOLYCRAPFOURCHILDREN-itis.
- the stress culminating from Mum’s hip replacement surgery and her coming home on Thursday. She is by absolutely no means being overly demanding but, it’s just stressful.
- the stress of all the choosing a high-school/looking-to-the-future focus for Oscar palaver
- the ongoing incredibly boring reality of living on a shoe-string and knowing that this is just how it is at the moment, blah-de-blah-blah-blah
- another hospital trip last night due to the finger Oscar had jammed in a door on camp looking like a big purple sausage and really needing an x-ray (the upshot being it’s not broken, just severely severely bruised and OMG the staff at Mona Vale Hospital Emergency Dept were just staggeringly brilliant with him)
- My concern about my weight finally reached critical mass (boom tish) and while I haven’t been swimming in 3 weeks, this week saw me finally reign in the eating that has been going on and while I have felt infinitely better from that alone, the whole food management plan tend sot make me go loopy at the best of times.
- not sleeping well due to crazy dreams. One of them involved us going to Melbourne and staying w/ Sooz only to discover her small inner-suburban home was infact a quirky old house in a paddock with – get this – ELEVEN clotheslines. Sooz should be laughing by now because she doesn’t have a clothesline and is in fact, the second person I know married to an architect who have children but no clothesline, which to me is like having fish and chips without the chips – possible but just bloody stupid. They had 11 clotheslines as there was a special deal at Bunnings that involved you buying that many to score an outdoor table setting. But this was no ordinary outdoor table setting, it was one that you only sat along one side and was perfect for one side of their house for the kids to sit at for afternoon tea to avoid the hot summer sun. See, not getting good quality sleep. Eleven clotheslines. I mean, for fucks sake. They could at least feature consensual adult activities with Jake Gyllenhaal. Hell, they wouldn’t even need to be consensual. I’m just saying.
I did end up having a huge sobbing cry this morning which these days is highly highly unusual for me. (Gosh, just thinking of how a day without a huge sobbing cry used to be highly unusual.) Chef offered an appropriate level of comfort and the boys were all remarkably concerned (probably because it is now quite a rare spectacle for Mummy to be sobbing) and were all very comforting and huggy. Bless ’em.
It’s been a bit of a full-on Saturday with Chef taking Felix to cricket, me and the little fellas going shopping for a birthday present for a little boy from kindy (Jasper’s first ever birthday party invitation!) (cue various tantrums for lollies, chocolate, their own toys), then taking little fellas to the party then taking Felix to drama.
I am bummed because I’m meant to be at Madame FlingFlongs for a bloggers get together but my in-laws are away and there’s no way I could leave the kids with Mum due to her level of incapacitation.
So we’re all home now and dinner is going to be a sausage sizzle, bread rolls and salad and then watching Mrs Doubtfire together. I might even make an apple crumble. Crumble makes everything better.