141 days…
On a night where I just want to make beans on toast and have everyone go to bed early, why is it that your niece has to come over to “help”. Oh I know I’m being a sour puss and I should appreciate it, but she just doesn’t get that it’s a school night For The Kids who need to be in bed early if we are to get to choir practice by 7:45 tomorrow morning.
“Don’t worry – I’ll make tea – I can’t get there until 7 pm so see you then”. This is when I should just say that actually coming on a weekend might be a better idea, or dropping off dinner might be nice or some other thing that means that me and my headache can crawl into bed shortly after sleepy-bo-bos for K&H at 7:30 pm.
Good grief I’m Oscar the Grouch today (BTW – do find it weird that I teach two *2* Oscars? I know I do).
Kids are screaming in the bath and won’t last until 7pm so I may just give them beans on toast NOW so they can go to bed on time anyway.
Meh.
I just don’t do this “letting people help me” shit very well.
BUT you’ll be somewhat proud – I asked your old friends to come up with a solution as to how best to keep your car for H. That’s the kind of help I need. I’m capable of cooking and washing and all my normal jobs but this extra shit is hard. THAT’s what I need help with.
OK – we’ll see what tonight brings.
Life is just …. meh.
XA
Everyone has days like that, I know I do! My kids got homemade chicken burgers for tea tonight…homemade meaning I got the chicken from Woolies and the buns and slapped some lettuce on them… Even though you are grieving you are still acting like a ‘normal’ mum! What is normal though hey?? xox