Later I will draw a picture of what I've been doing. For now I'd like to mention that today, as of about 2 hours ago, marks fourteen years of blissful wedded bliss for us. Which means in three month's time, it's been fifteen years since we met! And HASN'T the time flown!
No I'm not being ironic. Sometimes life goooeess veeerrry sloooowwwly for sad or mad reasons. I've had times like that - I look back and wonder how each day ever passed. Like oh for example, the non-sleeping, non-eating baby who was (not surprisingly) a bit grumpy for quite a long time til he worked out how to eat. Then he had to work out how to raise his parents. Poor lil chap.
Time moves faster when things are going well or very very badly. And I'm not fishing for sympathy when I say we've had a bit of both lately. I'm GLAD I can't really remember what it was like for the first few months, when M was in Intensive Care and life was so far beyond upside-down .. I'm glad HE can't really remember either. Like the early days with a baby, the repetition and intensity make memory blurry when you look back. And what a relief to be able to forget some of it! These days we still surprise ourselves with the trivial things that make us tetchy. I hold back from being really Pollyanna and saying 'well isn't it a BLESSING that we are so CALM and GOOD now that we can swear at the WEATHER, or pout if the bloody RED face washer makes the WHITE wash go pink again'.. but I think I'm enjoying the lack of Big Scary Things Which Must Be Attended To.
Just don't ask me about my to-do list..
We're celebrating in two perhaps slightly odd ways - M got his first major assignment in. Yes, !!!!!!!!!! This essay has taken quite a toll, given he was back in hospital with pneumonia; then not long after that feeling grim and on bed rest. And then trying to convalesce while being nagged by physios, dodging the exploding wife, and coping without a cat in the house. But he has pushed and pushed and studied and offered dire predictions about only getting a scant pass mark (yeah right) and dithered and gloomed.. and refused to let me read it (no doubt cos I'd be annoying positive and encouraging and HELPFUL and sometimes you need to d and g to keep yourself focussed).. BUT today while I was wrangling a computer at Real Home (while Miss Wendy tried to sit on my back) he texted me to say it was submitted. My shoulders felt a great weight fall, then a little prickle of claws..
My odd celebration was a call from the bank from a bloooke caaaallleed Peeeettteeerr whooo taaaalllkeed reeealllyy slllooooowwwwlly but eventually got to the point which is that our loan to cover the house mods is APPROVED. I will refrain from putting another twenty exclamation marks in, but you get it don't you????
We are delaying an official celebration until tomorrow, when it might have stopped raining and being a bit too cold to go out. I fancy taking the bus (stop that laughing) into town and having something immoderate for lunch and then finding a cd shop. Possibly a bit of hand-holding. Certainly not any more of the work I've been trying to do all week. A day off, ferfu.. er .. I mean, please.
I looked at some perfume today. Big-boned Molly's mum will be horrified to hear that I gave into temptation and bought a version of Cabotine - Cabotine "Rose". Forgive me BBM'sM; I will at least not send it to you! (it's very nice but)...
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