Progress...
Some progress has been made for the funeral - most likely thursday morning but this can't be confirmed until the office opens on tuesday. we're getting there though, bit too slowly for D's liking I think but what can I do.
I've been running around for a month now and am completely shattered. The house is filthy, so filthy that on Wednesday night I remembered that there was bread in the bread bin and it was completely and utterly blue. Really disgusting but thats just the way the house is at the minute. I'm hoping to give it a quick going over tomorrow before heading back over to G in the early afternoon. Really I would rather be sitting knitting or something but its not to be and the running around will never end now, this is just the continuation.
I don't think its dawned on G yet that if he been able to drive that he would have been there when his dad died. He was saying earlier that he had rung his aunt (his dad's sister) to come pick them up cuz they were close by. I am 15 miles from the hospital and got there 5 minutes after them (and I stopped for petrol). It took them 30 minutes to get 3 miles. D has been saying all day that she wishes she was there.... if G had been able to drive I'm sure she would have. Its going to crush him when he realises.
Its amazing how quickly voyeurism catches on. The whole LJ resurrection thing was concocted on Friday night and after a morning of hassling everyone has posted... and I'm sure I'm not the only on to refresh the pages more than once today. I read back a few posted and to be honest they're terrible!! A listing of what was done each day. One word sums them up - juvenille. I would like to think that the past few years have been a bit of a growing up time for me, but I doubt it. Some habits remain unbreakable ( like the yearning to order new yarn, thanks to the deramores ad all over the place but I already resisted once this week)
I vow to try not to whinge, complain about G (although sometimes it probabaly can't be helped) and not to write an accomplished to do list.
I've been running around for a month now and am completely shattered. The house is filthy, so filthy that on Wednesday night I remembered that there was bread in the bread bin and it was completely and utterly blue. Really disgusting but thats just the way the house is at the minute. I'm hoping to give it a quick going over tomorrow before heading back over to G in the early afternoon. Really I would rather be sitting knitting or something but its not to be and the running around will never end now, this is just the continuation.
I don't think its dawned on G yet that if he been able to drive that he would have been there when his dad died. He was saying earlier that he had rung his aunt (his dad's sister) to come pick them up cuz they were close by. I am 15 miles from the hospital and got there 5 minutes after them (and I stopped for petrol). It took them 30 minutes to get 3 miles. D has been saying all day that she wishes she was there.... if G had been able to drive I'm sure she would have. Its going to crush him when he realises.
Its amazing how quickly voyeurism catches on. The whole LJ resurrection thing was concocted on Friday night and after a morning of hassling everyone has posted... and I'm sure I'm not the only on to refresh the pages more than once today. I read back a few posted and to be honest they're terrible!! A listing of what was done each day. One word sums them up - juvenille. I would like to think that the past few years have been a bit of a growing up time for me, but I doubt it. Some habits remain unbreakable ( like the yearning to order new yarn, thanks to the deramores ad all over the place but I already resisted once this week)
I vow to try not to whinge, complain about G (although sometimes it probabaly can't be helped) and not to write an accomplished to do list.