Yesterday I got organised in the morning and took Tim’s car into town, drove it round the town centre three times, then gave up, parked it in a vacant space on a cross road, and carried four box loads of charity shop stuff to the Forget Me Not trust shop on the main road. Each time I walked past Oxfam, I recited to myself, in Katrin’s name – Forget me not was the charity she was going to run for in some charity race or other, and one of the charities donations at her funeral were given to, the other being the RSPCA. I then made a quick stop in Wilcos and headed for home.
Helped Tim load the car up and waved him off to soon to be house, fed the children lunch, then went upstairs and watched the faintest of faint pink lines appear ever so very slowly, and thought here we go again, before spending the next half an hour wandering around quite literally in circles at some points, in shock.
Hm. Somehow loaded the kids into the car and made it off the path, despite the best efforts of the West Yorkshire roadworks squad. Having fallen foul of them at the weekend I tried a different route through town and fell foul of a different set. Bother.
Never mind. We all enjoyed a couple of hours chatting/ playing/ drinking tea, and then I loaded up the children, fought with the gearbox on the car and somehow eventually limped home so that we could finally watch Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire. Have to say that I thought this was a better film than Azkhaban, which left me pretty cold, though it’s still annoying me when they change small details like who does certain things, which I can see having long term knock on effects.
Children to bed, chatted to Tim, farted about online for far too long and eventually went to bed myself.
Today have felt pathetic. Am trying very hard to be pragmatic and sensible – am taking my vitamins, and will swear off the alcohol and so on, but somehow it seems pointless to get even slightly emotionally involved as I can’t have much hope now really. Consequently have really just sat and wibbled most of the day – it’s just as well that the children seem to be taking autonomy in their stride now, as I think I’ve been about as much use as a chocolate teapot recently.
I’ve heard them being musical of a morning (piano, recorder and guitar, voluntarily, and I assume Small is using his guitar book as it keeps appearing in the middle of the living room floor 😉 ). Big is doing yoga of her own accord out of a library book – once we’re moved must see if I can find any classes that would suit her. Small has written and posted his own letter to his cousin, and Big wrote out a list of our planned activities for the morning. We did make it shopping for party food for the birthday/ leaving party tomorrow and I crammed in some maths by showing them how to compare underlying prices for things, and when they wanted the tv on when we got back I suggested Maths Mansion which they then watched back to back for nearly an hour. (Which did have the drawback that I had Chris Jarvis in two incarnations on screen for nearly an hour. Bleargh. Is there a more annoying children’s tv presenter than him?)
In the morning we’ll be working our way through the list of preparations, which includes making cakes, making potato salad, excavating three rooms so that there’s room for ppl to get in, play games and eat, oh yes, we’ve the games to set up and …I think I’m tired just thinking about it all.
Time for bed said Zebedee.
Merry says
Got everything crossed for you.
Merry says
Except my legs actually, as that would scupper my own chances 😉
Sarah says
Hopeful and gentle congratulations, take it easy with the moving and lifting. xxx.
Allie says
Also hoping good things for you, Jax.
Alison says
Sending love and hoping for the best for you xxx
tech says
Hoping for you 🙂
tbird says
very gentle hopeful hugs, how about if we do all the hoping for you so you can just get on with life for a bit?
tbird says
ps did you download maths mansion or is it on TV at the mo?
layla says
“spending the next half an hour wandering around quite literally in circles at some points, in shock.”
Know that feeling!
“thought here we go again”
And that one!
“Today have felt pathetic.”
Ditto.
“seems pointless to get even slightly emotionally involved as I can’t have much hope now really”
Oh yes, that too.
Hang in there Jax.
Sallym says
Really hoping for you. I’ll cross my legs, I’m not fussy 😉 Take it easy and be gentle with yourself *hugs*
LucyM says
All the best Jax – quite happy to cross everything here…
nic says
Well wishing and crossed body parts from here too x
Hannah says
Sorry I’m coming late to this, just catching up – I have my fingers crossed for you Jax :o)