This week has been hectic once again. Still no end in sight. My ironing lady burnt herself over the weekend and hasn’t been at work. So Tiffa is doing the ironing and washing with the longest of teeth and a dropped lip.
Life goes on, VAT is due, framing jobs piling up, kids homework to be done, gardening to be done, Molly’s therapy, house to run, staff to sort out and the list goes on and on.
Feel a little out of control. This morning I have to take the kids to a school outing which is lovely but takes up a whole morning of my time. My folks arrive tomorrow afternoon and Friday morning I leave for my fly fishing weekend for 4 days. I’m looking forward to it but a bit filled with trepidation as I’m totally out my comfort zone.
Oh, for a bit of peace and quiet. And solitude. (by the way, I know one shouldn’t start a sentence with And, but I am a fan of poetry by AA Milne, and well… anything goes.)
Basically, I’m run off my feet at the moment. I feel absolutely shattered. And happy. I’m ticking tasks off the list as I go. Still have plenty to do and I’m still frazzled.
Tomorrow we’re off to Josh Groban. I’ve left John and the kids. He has three parties to go to. Phewww, so pleased I’ve escaped having to go those functions.
Then Monday it’s the city for a GREAT big shop. I’m convening the Golden Age and have to buy ingredients for 120 people. So much to still do for that. Then after that, three more functions next week. Then the following week will be tackled closer to the time.
fucker has decided that the coastal schools have to go back a week earlier than normal. This is putting me out big time. We arrive back from holiday and then three days later school starts. That means I have to buy stationery and uniforms next week. Thank goodness my Christmas shopping is done.
My little chap had his prizegiving today. They put on a Nativity Play and the kids recited poems and gave orals. It was so sweet and my heart filled with pride, absolute love and happiness. Such a happy moment for me as a mom.
We put up the Christmas Tree today after going into the veld to find and chop down a tree. Awesome looking tree.
Yesterday morning we had the Sunday School Christmas party. 180 kids. 75 of which are mine, grade 7, 8, 9 and 10. There were kids ranging from 6 -16 there.
W e handled them all well. They behaved well, generally speaking. There WAS a constant shuffling, fidget, fidget and whisper, whisper all the time. I caught one older boy fondling and caressing his girlfriends nipple/boob during Silent Night. I haven’t worked out whether he was feeling slightly frisky at the high notes or just bored during the chorus and caressing his girlfriends breast suddenly became an entertaining alternative or option? Who knows at that age? One hard look from me culled his passion in its tracks instantly.
Christmas is definitely in the air and I’m starting to get excited. I can’t handle all the side shows though. This year is turning out to be a particularly busy year with lots going on and with everyone wanting everything framed at the last-minute!