These last few weeks have been tinged with much sadness and worry for our family. Your words of support and kindness on my last post were so touching to me. Especially meaningful because I was holed way up in my lady cave when I wrote, really intending only to explain why our usual wacky tales and pics of everyday life didn't feel true. Unexpected comfort came from my ladies of the interweb. Thanks to all of you.
When something goes wrong, something you cannot fix or help, what can you do...but nest. Clean. Sort. Manage what you can.
I've been emptying boxes, clearing cupboards, washing woolies, and piling an obscenely large crap mountain ready for the op shop. I had great plans for the scary kitchen cupboards too...but was thwarted by the car radiator blowing up. Imagine my joy!
Otherwise, we're OK. Keith, Ted and Ivy are full of beans. Plum backflips with joy every time I administer some medicinal Turkish Delight, but sciatica and hip pain is making me a bit miserable.
In a side-note, my second story for Babble.com is running today. It's all about the wild ride that is life with a three-year-old. If you have time to comment on their site, it's an easy system - no registering or other crap required.
Thanks again, my friends.