Truly bunnies, mine coulda been better… Saturday morning was cool- I was up early to go to the Saturday morning prayer meeting at the church (which I promised to do for Lent), and left Damien at home alone for a few hours (I went shopping too, I wasn’t in a prayer meeting for a few hours). I was immensely impressed when I got home- he made himself flapjacks with a recipe I left for him; he remembered to use the plastic spatula on my non-stick pan; and he made more milk after he finished (we’re using powdered milk). I was very proud of him. Yesterday was my Mommy Darling’s birthday- post to follow later- as well as the first race of the F1 season and I woke up just before 5am with a smasher of a headache that lasted pretty much all day! I was going to go to Mommy and Daddy Darling’s to watch the race with da Bruvva and SIL (‘coz its broadcast on satellite and I don’t have one) but I couldn’t bring myself to lift my head… so I missed out on Ferrari’s first win for the season! I missed out on mothering Sunday at church because someone was bouncing an invisible medicine ball on my forehead… I managed to get to Mommy Darling’s for a braai at around 3pm- but I was on a bit of a pain pill high and I took some more of them in the evening. I managed to quiet the monster to a mild throbbing, so at least I wasn’t wincing! Then in my sleep I scratched my burn open (I burned myself on an urn last week- just on the inside of my elbow) so now that’s hurting like a mother trucker on top of the rubber ball that’s still ricocheting off the inside of my skull this morning.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.