please forgive non-postiness. I'm in such a slump. Leg continues to give trouble, and there is new trouble from the girl parts with unscheduled bloodshed.
My mother is doing unbelievably well with both grandmotherhood and sobriety. When my niece was born, my sister was terrified and disappointed that Mum wouldn't be strong enough or together enough to help with the baby - she was too weak to even lift her at that point. But she's rallied and recovered like you wouldn't believe, and been a huge help.
I'm proud of her, I really am. I was convinced we were going to lose her, and not only did that not happen, but the fragile drunken trainwreck's been replaced by the confident, competent, funny, sparkling woman who raised me. I am so very grateful.
I need to keep reminding myself of that. The day before yesterday she arrived on my doorstep with about 500 carrier bags full of stuff that I have absolutely nowhere to put. She's been celebrating health and sobriety by having a massive spring-clean, redecorating and de-junking of Grimmauld Place and she packed up every single thing that belonged to me (and quite a few things that didn't) and dumped it all on me in one go. It's in a huge pile on my kitchen floor. I don't have anywhere else I can put it. My own flat needs cleaning, dejunking and organising so badly, and I just don't have the will or the energy to even think about starting. Right now I can just about keep up with feeding everyone, walking dogs and changing litter trays often enough to not have the flat stink of cat piss, and when the extra pile of stuff showed up it was all I could do not to have screaming hysterics.
just keep breathing.
am also grateful for my dogs. we had so much fun in the park today. our friends the three Shih Tzus were there, and also the most adorable Whippet puppy - impossibly tiny and fragile-looking, like a Disneyfied mouse on stilts, and so bouncy and happy. She found Spike a bit overbearing (who doesn't!) but she was very taken with Squish and there was much play-bowing and rompage. I could have watched her all day.
My mother is doing unbelievably well with both grandmotherhood and sobriety. When my niece was born, my sister was terrified and disappointed that Mum wouldn't be strong enough or together enough to help with the baby - she was too weak to even lift her at that point. But she's rallied and recovered like you wouldn't believe, and been a huge help.
I'm proud of her, I really am. I was convinced we were going to lose her, and not only did that not happen, but the fragile drunken trainwreck's been replaced by the confident, competent, funny, sparkling woman who raised me. I am so very grateful.
I need to keep reminding myself of that. The day before yesterday she arrived on my doorstep with about 500 carrier bags full of stuff that I have absolutely nowhere to put. She's been celebrating health and sobriety by having a massive spring-clean, redecorating and de-junking of Grimmauld Place and she packed up every single thing that belonged to me (and quite a few things that didn't) and dumped it all on me in one go. It's in a huge pile on my kitchen floor. I don't have anywhere else I can put it. My own flat needs cleaning, dejunking and organising so badly, and I just don't have the will or the energy to even think about starting. Right now I can just about keep up with feeding everyone, walking dogs and changing litter trays often enough to not have the flat stink of cat piss, and when the extra pile of stuff showed up it was all I could do not to have screaming hysterics.
just keep breathing.
am also grateful for my dogs. we had so much fun in the park today. our friends the three Shih Tzus were there, and also the most adorable Whippet puppy - impossibly tiny and fragile-looking, like a Disneyfied mouse on stilts, and so bouncy and happy. She found Spike a bit overbearing (who doesn't!) but she was very taken with Squish and there was much play-bowing and rompage. I could have watched her all day.
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yay for good dogs and sober moms, though!
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I just had to say that that line made me giggle.
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awww, i love whippets. :)
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Yay! to your mum for being sober
Yay! to your mum for being a good grandma and mum
Yay! for the fact you don't have to clean up Grimmauld Place as you'd feared you would need to do
Yay! for doggies and kitties - especially for whippets, which despite the sterotype of Northerners, seem to be an endangered species up here (not hard enough, and you can't get spiked collars small enough, probably :( )
Now, I'm going to put on my stern voice and say the following:
- get thee to a physician re: your girly parts, especially if there is any pain
- think how long you've been without the stuff that was at your mums. Have you missed it? No? then bung it in carrier bags and take it to the nearest charity shop - or offer it on Freecycle as a job lot for car booting if transport's a problem. Don't obsess about how much it cost/what it was worth - if it's causing you stress, then it's not worth shit!
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some of the stuff can certainly go, though.
i know i should see a doctor. it's so annoying. bah.
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*hugs*
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Now look after yourself.
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maybe you inspired her in this plus having the grandbabby..
and nag nag go see a doctor.
not just for yourself (which is most important ) but also for animals who need you and for the family and friends who care about you.
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And keep on breathing! I wish I lived closer, so I could come over and give you a hand... but not so much, really.
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Also, hope things improve on your end.