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Worst:
I know that I should say something about: the conflict in Libya; or the earthquake and nuclear emissions in Japan: or the housing protests in Italy; or the fact that Darcy Freeman's dad is claiming manslaughter; or the middle class struggles in Wisconsin; or any other fucked up matter that is taking place on this globe - but no, this is my little world and I can't see passed my own nose right? Mind you, I have survived two category five cyclones and understand the pure emptiness of natural disasters once the destruction has passed.
With that said, and my conscience somewhat spared, I hit a funk this week. The sleep deprivation really made me grumpy and a very impatient mother. To top that off, I've dropped half a steroid in order to allow the disease modifying drugs to work their medicine. It really is like heroin! Each day I start off hopeful and positive, but by 4pm I hit the wall and can barely walk - just when the children start their witching hour.
Best:
I completed another item on my 35 List - I went to the ballet with my mum. Together we had a lovely lunch and spent the afternoon watching the angelic and athletic moves of the dancers in 'Madame Butterfly'. I really enjoyed watching the ballet and if I had spare cash lying around I would definitely take another seat in the theatre.
What were your best/worst for the week?
3 comments:
oh shan, don't beat yourself up. of course we know that you're thinking about all those tragic things and how fucked up they are and what on earth can we do to help....but the fact of the matter is, for you, the worst for your week (and in your world) is just as big as those other things....and just because the world is having all these issues, doesn't trivialize what you're going through by any means!
hang in there! the witching hour is difficult enough as it is (and you know, i know!)....love you!
B- Evie (and I) spending the week with Nanna. So much fun and so relaxing in the sun.
W- All the fucked up shit going on in the world.
Best: my lovely husband finished the front garden for me (I did help a little but he did the majority whilst I was on baby watching duties). It has made such a difference to my outlook everytime I open the front door. So much nicer to see new plants and trees finding their roots than a mound of soil topped with dug up tree roots!
Worst: Tim was away last week for work and my Mum is away on holidays at the moment and the two weeks before that we were quarantined from outings because my little cherubs were sick. It's lonely without your usual support networks, it makes me feel vulnerable and weak, but it does remind me how important my important people are to me.
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