John and I have decided that this year is the year for pruning dead wood. Dead wood can come in the form of:
- time wasting events
I say friends, because some friends I find, are those that add no value to our lives. You’re either in or you’re out. Have been a bit hard to a few already and I must say the come backs are remarkable. Respectful even.
So today I dropped Aidan off at school. Went much better. He cheerfully said goodbye and walked to his class. The more I go to the school, the more I love it. It has such a great atmosphere. Long may it last.
So Molly starts school on Thursday. Her first day at Big School in Phase 1. So proud of my little monkey.
I’ve started an Adult Sewing Class at our farmschool. The first get together is on Wednesday afternoon. We have 5 sewing machines and 1 overlocker. The machines are primarily for use for the older girls at school. They’ll have their lessons during school hours. It’s a great skill to learn and something that they can use after school too. My long term plan is to teach sewing and then start making quilts and fleece blankets with a difference. Package them nicely. The income will go to the school and the sewing ladies. An empowering project for these amazing women. They won’t be fancy quilts. More quilts in the same colour tones and in squares. If we feel adventurous then I’ll get someone to teach ‘proper quilting’. The idea is to get the kids to all design labels and a name and then we choose the best one.
I feel excited about this. We’ll get a website up and running and focus on a Nursery/ Toddler range and a Vintage range. These are of course all my ideas and are subject to change as we grow and the ladies start becoming more independant. At the end of the day I’d like to be a rudder and just steer the ship, but the ladies must sail, fuel and manage it all. This will come with time. Do you have suggestions for names?
Anyway, altogether a big week in our household, what with Molls starting school, completing a building job at our house in town, some renovations on our house here, the sewing group, and the cherry….fetching Aidan on Friday. Oh yes….and some divine framing jobs I’ve just landed…… and to finish what’s on my work bench now….
Thank s to the Cupcake Mummy for the blog challenge . Brace yourselves for Feb. It’s all about me. I like number 5 and number 26.
p.s Exciting news. No, VERY VERY EXCITING news…..Molly got accepted into her special school. A new phase of our life begins.
Yesterday’s mention of dry-humping made me think. I miss those dry-humping days. Those groping, bodice ripping, slammed against a wall, days of yester year. Okay maybe not quiet bodice ripping. I was born in 1973 and I’ve yet to wear a bodice, but still…..those panting, steaming hot heavy petting sessions.
These days everything is still great. It always has been. It’s just slower paced and has more love involved then pure unadulterated, impatient lust.
It’s more like sipping wine and appreciating it, than downing a can of beer or knocking back a shooter. You know…? when you wanted that instant gratification…. before the babies..before the sagging tits…before the sagging arse…..before Cellulite City bought the franchise from your “koek” to your ankles.
These days I have to put a pillow under my head for elevation during a bit of “vanilla” to avoid suffocation by my double chin. It’s difficult to arch your back, writhe from side to side and moan encouragingly. So many damn things to remember!
But, at the end of the day as much as I hold those memories of “dry-humping on a narrow Res dorm bed” with the greatest affection…I still prefer the comfort of knowing someone so well. Of throwing insecurities to the wind. Of laughing together. Of loving together. Fun times too.
As much as I’m missing Aidan, and we are, I can’t believe the lack of stress in my daily life. No-one KNOWS how HECTIC it is to cart and carry kids from school and sport unless you’ve done it or are doing it. I’m sitting back this term and I can’t believe how much less stressful it is. Taking him to school, fetching him. Eating lunch, rushing off to sport. Coming home, doing homework, sorting out supper, bathtime, bedtime. AND THAT’s only ONE child!
I have more time to spend with Molly. She’s still going to school, but I have way more time for her.
Maybe I’m trying to make myself feel better for sending my child to boarding school, but bloody hell…there IS a silver lining here. I worked it out, it’s just Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday that I don’t see him. And it’s been difficult for me to relinquish responsibility to someone else, to entrust them to do his homework, to feed him, to orchestrate his extra murals. Not easy. (but once I tasted the freedom….well, in all honesty…it tastes…well….nice!)
Having said that…I can’t wait to speak to him tonight. Tuesday nights are bad nights. Last week he sobbed and begged me to fetch him. I’m holding thumbs it goes a bit better tonight.
On a completely different note, yesterday I went to a tea. I think I had a bit of a Toerets syndrome yesterday, as I do! Can’t stop thinking about what I said? Very funny, but well……very inappropriate. We have friends that are getting married and “saving themselves” for the wedding night. Well she is moving from the big city to be closer to her fiance the month before the wedding. They will be staying in the same house as his folks. Except…. the folks are going on a 3 week holiday. So I opened my BIG BLOODY MOUTH and said: “Yes, there’ll be lots of Pre-marital dry-humping going on in that house!” Very funny, when you’re at the club, half tight on white wine spritzers, but so not fine at a tea. I’m very embarrassed and feel so bad. Everyone laughed but I still feel bad.
That was yesterday and today is a bright fresh new day…
Reply email this week to Aidan’s teacher from last year:
Today’s visit at Molly’s potential school went MILES better than I imagined. John met Mrs K (principal) and then I took Molly and John to meet Edith Wilson(phase 1 teacher and Makaton teacher). Molls thought the class was the business! She loved it and fitted right in. In fact on our way out after sitting in the class and chatting to the teacher, all the kids lined up and held hands to walk to the playground, a little boy put his hand out to grab Molly and said: “come”. It was so sweet and my heart just melted. Molls was keen as anything to go with but we were still discussing things with Edith.
It sounds like we can take her once a week but Mrs K wants to confirm it with the HOD and Edith said she’d like Molly in her class. (this was after she’d heard Molly shrieking with excitement and clapping her hands and walking from this child to that child) Apparently Dr A-K phoned her yesterday to discuss it with her. Everything has fallen into place and I pray the last bit will fall into place too(the CONFIRMATION OF HER ACCEPTANCE!!!!!!)
Aidan had a complete meltdown on the phone on Tuesday night and sobbed and begged me to come and fetch him, he kept saying that he wanted to go to Mrs Nieve’s school, please mommy, please mommy! Well we didn’t phone last night. I phoned tonight and he was a chirpy as anything, cheerful. I was so pleased because after I put the phone down on Tuesday night, I sobbed and wailed like a baby! John had to console me and give me lots of attention.
So, I’ve survived the first week of boarding school and the handing in of Molls’ application form and school visit. Quite emotionally draining.
I was saying to John’s tonight that I never realised how much you’d miss the kids, I mean I knew you would, but I never realised quite how much. I’ve been so preoccupied with myself and haven’t been there to pat you on the back….
So excited to see Aidan tomorrow that I could wee in my pantaloons!!!
Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Smiley face!