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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 I was convinced we were going to lose her, and not only did that not happen, but the fragile drunken trainwreck's been replaced by the confident, competent, funny, sparkling woman who raised me.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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