We are now charging towards the end of September, with such speed I can hardly believe it.
The summer came and went in a flash. It started very bleakly indeed with the news of my mother’s Cancer (always warrants an upper case C ) but as the weeks rolled on we had two wonderful family holidays and I managed to juggle work too. All very satisfying although tricky at times. I can’t say working in the summer holidays when you know your children are lazying at home is easy.
Firstly, you feel you should be at home, shooing them into the garden to get fresh air before the sofa takes on their body shape, but also you want to be a “good mother”. A mother that is available and not at work. This is always an idealistic thought but in reality, if you find yourself at home during the holidays you can instantly become very frustrated with your pyjama wearing teenagers, who seem to flop about and eat vast bowls of cereal throughout the day, and never muster the inclination or energy to make a sandwich for themselves! Unless you offer, and then miraculously you find three boys sitting, waiting around the table suddenly able to devour a huge pile of fresh sandwiches, as if they haven’t eaten for days. The poor souls…..!
My waistline is thickening too, I’m convinced it’s old age. I also know it’s too much wine, chocolate, rich food, and a general summer malaise towards exercise but I am consciously back on it now! The waist however is not moving as fast as I would like, and suddenly I am finding myself searching through my wardrobe daily for floaty tops, empire line dresses, and wishing I owned a corset!
Would you believe it, no divorce either! We have progressed, we are now battling over the wording in the Consent Order. Yes, the draft that goes to court, that hopefully gets stamped that allows me to apply for my Decree Absolut. Like Vodka Absolut, bloody absolutely and I will be drinking it in vast quantities that is for sure. If the moment takes me, I might just throw a party, a completely ‘not PC’ divorced at last – can you believe it party’. My X is shit, and now I can tell everyone party…..or perhaps the quieter option, care to join me for a case of Prosecco I can’t believe it’s all over party.
So the dilemmas of life….
Would you want to know if you had the Cancer gene if given the chance?
Is it a brave or stupid woman, who plans to start studying in two weeks’ time, with the hope it will better her career opportunities when life is still in such turmoil?
Do you tell close friends their marriage looks doomed when they constantly hint at problems and look forlorn?
Do you scowl at people on mobility vehicles and say ” my goodness, you’re costing the state a fortune you lazy, fat blob. Why not look after yourself better and try to walk a little, it helps!”?
Life is indeed full of questions and dilemmas. I wonder when all my spinning plates have gone will I truly feel like a huge weight has lifted and no longer seek solace in chocolate, cakes and dark chocolate toffees, let’s hope so!