The Week Ahead

Getting through the next week with a roller coaster of emotions. Funeral on Friday, show on the weekend, exam on the following Tuesday. I feel emotionally drained. I want to be support for the people I care about who have been deeply affected by this terrible business of passing away.
I hope I can be.

Anyway, I thought I'd throw up a pic of my gorgeous kidlets scuttlebugging and call it a day.

Congratulations are also in order as the kidlets now have another third cousin. (Who looks adorable). Cluck, cluck. Maybe a rethink on the kidlet count is in order.



A Day of Sadness

I remember the bowl of wax fruit that every child who had been in your house had tasted and subsequently left bite marks in.
I remember your strained smile when we would do something particularly obnoxious and you were trying to be patient.
I remember the colourful buttons on your organ that begged to be pressed but were off limits
I remember playing in your backyard, on the see saw and singing 'Let's Go Fly A Kite!"
I remember your hair as wild and fizzy.
I remember you telling me to 'always colour in the same direction. It's neater that way.'
I remember the smooth, shiny skin stretched over the knuckle of your missing finger, and being completely weirded out by it as a child.
I remember your high energy and sometimes brash attitude.
I remember waiting to see you on TV on Good Friday every year - always with a big cheque for the Children's.
I remember your scratchy voice.
I remember you as a wealth of knowledge.

As you grew ill, my mind would bulk at the idea that the fragile lady before me was the same vivacious lady of my youth.

Today you went to a better place. You have your body back. You are happy and pain free.
But we will miss you here.

The Days After

The 1st was my first exam in 8 years. I went in feeling really prepared. I sat outside mentally ticking through all my revision, occasionally flicking through the paper revision tucked in my bag, (as did everyone else waiting for the exam to open.) The revision had been recommended by my lecturer. I don't know why I thought her revision would be anymore effective than her course support, but I did.

And when I opened the exam paper and started reading I knew I'd put my faith in the wrong place. If I had the choice to answer all the essay questions I probably would have blitzed it. But I didn't and sadly I think I'm going to loose a lot of points on my short answer questions. That and my messy work.  Even when I make a consious effort, I can't seem to tidy it up. Now I'll just be happy if I pass.

That aside the next day, when I woke up I surveyed the bomb zone that once resembled my house and decided to ignore it for a little longer and concentrate on the kidlets. We sat on the loungeroom floor and just played for the majority of the day.

Then, on Saturday morning, we went off to the movies to see Kung Fu Panda 2. $5 tickets  - You can't go wrong.

Sunday was Father's Day, so we spent the afternoon at Grandma and Grandpa's.
Then, when Monday came, I tackled the excess housework.