Yesterday was pure madness.
Seriously.
I never realised how much stuff we have. All the heavy furniture is now huddled in the middle of rooms at the new house waiting for the painter to complete his job and the new carpet to go down.
Our old house (blimey it’s weird saying that), is in the capable hands of Mr B who is finishing the cleaning he and I started last night. Believe it or not there are people viewing the house today. If they buy it it will be a weight off our shoulders in lots of ways, though very sad in others, but until Chez Beaufoix sells Mr B is in a kind of limbo as he can’t move on and find his own place and get settled. I know he’ll make what was ‘ours’ his own for a little while, but I also know I wouldn’t want to be left there so I really hope things move fast. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lovely house, but it’s full of ‘us’ and that’s hard.
I had planned to go and help him clean this morning but Miss E is feeling poorly so she needs me more right now. She seems to have perked up a little but I think the girls need a quiet day today. They’ve already spoken to Daddy this morning, where Miss M informed him;
Miss M: “Hi Daddy. I’m helping Grandad with his jigsaw.”
(Grandad was very grateful as he’s never done a Peppa Pig jigsaw before. Snort.) Miss E was cuddled up on my knee, sick bowl in hand at the time and was sent love and cuddles which seem to have done her the world of good.
It’s hard, but all in all we’re doing pretty ok. I know Miss E’s poorlyness may be more reaction than genuine germs. And Miss M’s elbowing of me in the face as I tried to move her at abouty 3am as she was sleeping on my head, may have had other unconscious motives behind it… but day one, and there have been smiles, people have slept – sort of, and the sun is shining.
It’s funny the things you miss when you are no longer part of a unit though. This morning, as I showered, I surveyed my battle sores. My lower arms and thighs are covered with bruises from a week of shifting heavy boxes, bags and cases around, and I realised there was no one to show them to. No one to illicit that sympathetic hug from, or at least a cup of tea. It’s something I will get used to, but it made me smile a little at my wimpyness.
I’m off now. Miss M just chin butted me, which I think means ‘oi, give me some attention you mad haired harridan.’
Just wanted to also say a big thank you to my Dad and brothers though. They worked so hard yesterday and are quite possibly the best untrained removal people in the whole of Mansfieldshire and beyond, maybe even as far as Brum.
And also, Jade Goody was laid to rest yesterday. I planned to blog about her last night but emotions were running high and we were pretty exhausted so I tended to the living instead. I hope her family and friends are coping ok, my heart goes out to them all. And I’m sure Jade is up in heaven looking down on them and flashing her kebab at the angels. (It’s allowed up there I should think. I mean if cherubs are a sign of anything then the whole lot of them are naked.)
God Bless you Jade. You were a brave girl and an amazing Mum and it makes me so sad that maybe the one thing you were genuinely and completely brilliant at was taken away from you so soon. From one Mummy to another. x
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April 5th, 2009 at 2:45 am
You’re doing great, Jo. Many big hugs from me and for your girls also. I am very proud of you.
April 5th, 2009 at 3:10 am
It sounds like you are coping very very well. This will be a whole new chapter in your life…Definitely the hardest thing about breaking up (I speak from experience although not yet with a husband) is that you miss the sharing. Or you see something that you think the other will like and find funny and you want to tell them, but then you think ‘Oh I can’t’. But time is a great healer of course. And the little ones sound like they’re coping too. x
April 5th, 2009 at 4:51 am
You’re doing a grand job Jo. The girls will be fine – you and their daddy love them, that’s all they need.
April 5th, 2009 at 8:40 am
I am so proud of you, and you can always take pics and email me your bruises.
I’m a freak like that.
Ha!
xoxo
April 5th, 2009 at 10:46 am
You’re a star, Jo.
*hug*
April 5th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
i have a degree in psychology, jo, and chin butting is definitely an unconscious symbol of revenge. she is harbouring all kinds of negativity in her waking life, which she unleashes through the ’seemingly harmless’ pasttime of violence.
THIS MUST BE NIPPED IN THE BUD, JO!
tickles are the thing. that’s what chapter 4 said. i think. it has been a few years, and they may have completely re-written the books, making my diagnosis completely invalid, and some might say, dangerously inaccurate. but i’m going to stick with it, for now…
(((hugs))) <– i think that’s the digital signal for hugs.
April 5th, 2009 at 9:46 pm
Oh my friend, Jo! You are doing as well as to be expected, and my heart goes out to you. I wish you peace, and comfort. I hope that as the days move by, the load lightens, and the sun brightens, and things will be as they are meant to be.
hugs!
April 6th, 2009 at 3:25 am
Bon courage and good luck with the move and everything.
April 6th, 2009 at 6:37 am
Sounds to me like you are doing just fine. It may be the little one has anxieties, but they manifest in the most physical of ways even when you know it is anxiety! Anxiety with all this upheaval is perfectly normal I would say!
Hope she is feeling better soon. And you are not being wimpeyish. You’re just adapting that’s all. Takes some doing.
(((hugs)))
April 6th, 2009 at 10:12 am
Huggles to you and the kidlettes .. and, yes, to Mr B too
April 6th, 2009 at 5:08 pm
Oi the roughness of it all. Hope the house sells soonly and that you are being well supplied with chocolate. ~hugs~