It was my 28th birthday this week so I made myself take that day off doing jobs and had a really nice day- even though to start with I'd booked myself in really early for a bikini wax - nice way to torture myself! We called to Andrew's new house where he and mum were wall papering - I'm glad mum is back from holiday - othewise that would be my job - love doing it bt not with no time and 2 small children! We took the kids for a swim and I grabbed 20 mins to swim real lengths and get some time in the sauna and steam room. Lunch at a gorgeous new resturant on Ecclesall Rd and then a run round endcliffe park. Home for a whole family rest and sleep and then back to work for Joel so I got on with some stuff again.
The next 2 sessions of the girls course are about to happen. I'm doing a wednesday night frantic plan just to get tomorrow as clear as possible incase we have another million things we've forgotton about! Tommorrow is the fashion session and the most time ever has gone into one particular game which lasts just 5 minutes but has cost a fortune! I have had to find a ton of clothes - ebay and primark are lifesavers! clothes rails and last night and tonight we are constructing dressing screens out of MDF, hinges and a ridiculous ammount of cheeky wallpaper samples curtosy of the lovely ladies in Laura Ashley and Homebase who must have believed I needed to decorate a castle!
My nannan died this weekend actually and the funeral is tommorrow. It's a strange situation. We called her 'nannan bake' for some reason we shortened her last name 'baker' to 'bake' even though that was our last name and we never shortened ours. She used to live in Hillsborough and we saw her every other week at least. I have fond memories of being fed beans and burgerbites and watching bullseye on a sunday afternoon. We always had to leave in time for dad to listen to the top 20 countdown on radio one in the car on the way home. I attribute the musical talent of me and Andrew to such journeys. After my grandad died she got quite porley. This was around the time i left sheffield and then one time I was back for the weekend with my ex boyfriend I visited her in hospital and that was the last time I saw her. She could hardly remember me and then she went to live with my aunty in Scotland. We have never been particularly close to my dads side of the family but I'm not really sure why. Dad is quite a private person and I sometimes feel he has tried to keep us from any problems there might have been. My other nannan lived with us from when I was 3 and died when I was 18 - right in the middle of my A levels. I was devastaed. She had looked after me the whole of my life and been in our family home. It was like losing my mum. I guess was always aware that I'd never be as close to my nannan bake.
I knew she was porley but mum and dad don't like to talk about things that arn't nice so I don't know what was wrong and I didn't even know that she had gone back into hospital just before she died but my mum and dad's lack of wanting me to know doesn't excuse me from not trying to find out and not making a trip to see her. I am 28 and am too old to be sheltered. However, I am not going to the funeral. After a lot of diliberation and talks with mum and then dad we decided not. I didn't say this to dad but I don't see the point in funerals really - well of course I do but they don't compare with seeing the person alive. I now really regret not going to see her recently and would feel very sad making the trip but her not really being there. I would go simply to support my dad. His brother is not going and there's something up there but I am have no idea what. However, dad doesn't want me to come up with the children - he reckons it's not fair on them to be stuck in the car so long an not a suitable place for them to be. I'd take them anyway but whatever he thinks. Mum says that Dad knows I'd go and that is enough to support him in this. Dad really sees the meaning in token efforts - like cards and knowing things like this - he's not afftctionate so the understanding means more to him than the actual practicality of it all.
So I stay here and get on with the girls course. I made sure I had a way out of work just so that I knew I wasn't making a decision based on not wanting to let Rach down or having to cancel the course tomorrow. Claire has not been doing this course. She had a miscarriage last month and needs a bit of time at home. She agreed to step in for this session if I needed to go.
I really miss Claire not working with us. We all met at the park on Saturday and talked about how wierd it is doing the first ever course that the three of us have talked about and dreamed about and spent so long crafting together without her - but she is so right to take time to get her head together. At the same time it's exciting to think about the next ones - being able to run the course again with Claire and just how amazing she'll be - especially at mentoring the girls.
My little boy is hard work at the moment. Super cheeky - which is God's way of making sure I don't lose my temper with him making a beeline for all the dangerous things in the house - he can give me that squagy cheeky smile and I forgive him as I pull him out of the video draw for the 100th time that hour.
The next 2 sessions of the girls course are about to happen. I'm doing a wednesday night frantic plan just to get tomorrow as clear as possible incase we have another million things we've forgotton about! Tommorrow is the fashion session and the most time ever has gone into one particular game which lasts just 5 minutes but has cost a fortune! I have had to find a ton of clothes - ebay and primark are lifesavers! clothes rails and last night and tonight we are constructing dressing screens out of MDF, hinges and a ridiculous ammount of cheeky wallpaper samples curtosy of the lovely ladies in Laura Ashley and Homebase who must have believed I needed to decorate a castle!
My nannan died this weekend actually and the funeral is tommorrow. It's a strange situation. We called her 'nannan bake' for some reason we shortened her last name 'baker' to 'bake' even though that was our last name and we never shortened ours. She used to live in Hillsborough and we saw her every other week at least. I have fond memories of being fed beans and burgerbites and watching bullseye on a sunday afternoon. We always had to leave in time for dad to listen to the top 20 countdown on radio one in the car on the way home. I attribute the musical talent of me and Andrew to such journeys. After my grandad died she got quite porley. This was around the time i left sheffield and then one time I was back for the weekend with my ex boyfriend I visited her in hospital and that was the last time I saw her. She could hardly remember me and then she went to live with my aunty in Scotland. We have never been particularly close to my dads side of the family but I'm not really sure why. Dad is quite a private person and I sometimes feel he has tried to keep us from any problems there might have been. My other nannan lived with us from when I was 3 and died when I was 18 - right in the middle of my A levels. I was devastaed. She had looked after me the whole of my life and been in our family home. It was like losing my mum. I guess was always aware that I'd never be as close to my nannan bake.
I knew she was porley but mum and dad don't like to talk about things that arn't nice so I don't know what was wrong and I didn't even know that she had gone back into hospital just before she died but my mum and dad's lack of wanting me to know doesn't excuse me from not trying to find out and not making a trip to see her. I am 28 and am too old to be sheltered. However, I am not going to the funeral. After a lot of diliberation and talks with mum and then dad we decided not. I didn't say this to dad but I don't see the point in funerals really - well of course I do but they don't compare with seeing the person alive. I now really regret not going to see her recently and would feel very sad making the trip but her not really being there. I would go simply to support my dad. His brother is not going and there's something up there but I am have no idea what. However, dad doesn't want me to come up with the children - he reckons it's not fair on them to be stuck in the car so long an not a suitable place for them to be. I'd take them anyway but whatever he thinks. Mum says that Dad knows I'd go and that is enough to support him in this. Dad really sees the meaning in token efforts - like cards and knowing things like this - he's not afftctionate so the understanding means more to him than the actual practicality of it all.
So I stay here and get on with the girls course. I made sure I had a way out of work just so that I knew I wasn't making a decision based on not wanting to let Rach down or having to cancel the course tomorrow. Claire has not been doing this course. She had a miscarriage last month and needs a bit of time at home. She agreed to step in for this session if I needed to go.
I really miss Claire not working with us. We all met at the park on Saturday and talked about how wierd it is doing the first ever course that the three of us have talked about and dreamed about and spent so long crafting together without her - but she is so right to take time to get her head together. At the same time it's exciting to think about the next ones - being able to run the course again with Claire and just how amazing she'll be - especially at mentoring the girls.
My little boy is hard work at the moment. Super cheeky - which is God's way of making sure I don't lose my temper with him making a beeline for all the dangerous things in the house - he can give me that squagy cheeky smile and I forgive him as I pull him out of the video draw for the 100th time that hour.
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