I am aware if you read through my blog you may think I am a depressant, in need of help. I do remind myself I started the blog to provide me with an emotional outlet, so it’s inevitable it may take a rather negative form. However today I feel I need to write about some good things. Little moments that make life sweeter, sometimes bittersweet.
Last week I visited my mother in Cheshire and we spent a glorious 24 hours together. No children or distractions just us. We chatted away endlessly and it was perfect. I needed the break and the time with my mum and I think she needed a Lucy fix too. I tried to help her with her Facebook account and in the process suggested taking photos of her with no hair, wearing a headscarf and in her new wig. I felt it might be liberating to show the three faces/looks and hashtagged them with StandUptoCancer. They have received a good response and Mum looks great in all three pictures, such a perfect small head that without hair it doesn’t seem to matter. I’m not sure my head would look as nice.
On return home, my three gorgeous boys had laid the table and bought the ingredients for Supper. That night six of us, boys plus me and two guests, one my brother enjoyed a lively meal altogether with much laughter. My damson syrup also exploded over the kitchen much to everyone’s amusement. Clearly, the syrup had been fermenting so when the Grolsh top on the bottle was released a fountain of rich purple juice decorated the walls! Lesson learned, keep it in the fridge so the lively bacteria can’t be so active!
The weekend has been sport focussed with successes all around. The sporting prowess of the boys is always a joy and their ability to compete and be great sportsmen is a credit. I’m so proud.
Tonight as I was coaching the swimmers, it was a joy as always. Small things, can make such a difference.
Tomorrow is the real start of my course. Lectures and assignments will be set. I am still apprehensive but really hoping I can cope. I need this to work for me. I need to accomplish something momentous for myself, personal development, confidence, and a feel-good factor all in one.
The spinning plates are still spinning. Rayburn is still not producing hot water or heating and has been out of action for 6 weeks now! The consent order is apparently agreed, and will be signed this week? I will believe it when it happens. Mortgage all in place but needs signed the Consent order to be finalised.
Now let’s just briefly mention DH. Who is being an absolute DH.
I know hate is a strong word but I do HATE him. He has been so neglectful of any of his parenting duties of late. He had promised to attend a school meeting on Tuesday last week, as I was at college but didn’t go. He is now not sure if he wants to pay for J to go on a school trip that he committed to, as he now feels it is too expensive. He has been promising all year to take the boys to South Africa for Christmas but now says it’s too expensive. At the weekends if it is not his weekend with the boys he doesn’t answer his phone to the boys. Had promised to take J to a polo training session but now says he can’t! And so the list goes on. A real part-time parent who does not see the value in parenting outside of his alternate weekend and only ever if it suits him. Never replies to emails, confirms any arrangements, or reads information properly, he is really difficult to deal with. I hate him! Rant over.