Sunday, 16 October 2011

Life goes on

Whether I like or not, I have to keep going. Even with the crying, whinging, sooking, and complaining(all mine) the world just will not stop until I am feeling well enough to face it again.

Clothes need to be washed, folded and put away every day. Children want to read stories. They also want to go out and socialise and play, grumble. And what is with wanting to be fed more than once a day? sheesh!


When I look at this photo I sigh at all the washing Hub had done, ready to be folded and put away. But then I see him with some of the children reading another story that night and it makes me smile. Washing will always be there, the kids at this age will not. It is them that help me see how much life is worth living. I get out of bed each day because of and also for them, before I think of myself.


This chubby cheeked, smiling, happy baby is simply hilarious. She makes me laugh many times in the day and I am so thankful she is in our family. She has so much personality and character for a 1 year old and she loves to have us all laughing.
All she has to say is 'Mummy yook, Mummy yook' and I smile, seeing the excitement in her face at the latest thing she wants me to look at too.




Her big sister has me laughing just as much. At only 3 years old she talks so well and is very animated. If I do not here her over all the monkeys the first time she will say loudly "Mummy, I am talking to you!' and if I call her almost every time she replies with 'Just a second' Who knows where she gets it from hey. She has her own little bed, in the room she shares with her sister. They love being together and often I see them together on the same bed with the CD player and one of their read-a-long books, with the 'ding' each time you need to turn the page. I loved them when I was little. Except I had a cassette, remember those?




Very slowly, at snail pace, each day is getting better. I have had the odd day in there though that really sucked and made me think, Bugger, I thought I was moving forward. But looking over the months I can see the better, smoother days are outnumbering the low days. This is good. This is progress. My Hub, my children, my parents, and close friends make a huge difference in getting through. They are loving, caring, supportive, and help in any way they can. I truly feel that even if you don't understand what someone is going through, you can still empathise and support them.


'Til next time!

3 comments:

Sazz said...

Lovely to hear from you, even when it's slow going and still such a hard slog for you xoxo.

Cannot believe how big your 3 year old is these days! I still think of her as the baby, but she really isn't. Gosh I'd love to see her and H together again some day :)

<3 you lots.

apwool said...

Empathy goes a long way, hey :)

I'm glad to hear that you're making progress, and I do feel that you've been much more 'yourself' the last few times we spoke.

Always here for you (and I hope my dream gave you a giggle, LOL)

Love you xox

Becca said...

I'm glad to hear you're feeling somewhat better. I wish you were closer so we could catch up more. Yes the washing will always be there and the rest of the housework. As long as no-one is in any danger (i.e. broken glass on the floor) I wouldn't worry about it :)