It Was Over So Fast!

It was like I had no weekend…
Friday I spent driving around. I drove the knucklehead to school, then I drove to work (20km round trip), then we had a company karting thing in the middle of Pretoria, after which I drove to my mom’s place (in peak traffic)- prolly another 20km round trip. Then I popped in at the hospital to see my daddy darling before heading off to see friends of mine who I haven’t seen since I can’t remember when.
We didn’t get to chat much… there was a woman there who was highly entertaining- but who didn’t stop talking. And I thought I spoke a lot.
Whilst driving to my friend’s house, I decided I would not be driving back to the other side of Pretoria to fetch the knucklehead from the party he was attending, and that I would fetch him on Saturday morning. He was tickled pink, I was neurotic over leaving him somewhere that I hadn’t agreed with the parents or made arrangements for meds or anything.
Anyhoodle.
I picked up mommy darling on Saturday morning, then we fetched the knucklehead and his friend J, and then we visited my dad.
My intention was to take mommy darling out a bit for a change of scenery- but that didn’t happen when daddy darling’s kidneys started doing worse and they decided to do dialysis immediately.
I ended up bailing on BlogGirls to spend the day with mommy darling.
Later in the afternoon, when my Glugs had gotten home from his business trip, sister B arrived at the hospital so I went home to my man.
And then I started crying. I don’t cry easily, and I don’t cry in public. I never have. I just can’t. I have received flak for it as well because I come across as unfeeling to some people.
But when I’m home, in my own space, I cry.
And when I got home and started telling my Glugs all the details about my dad I cried.
And just for added excitement, I had the knucklehead’s first term school report as well (he’s on holiday now).
He has failed. Miserably. Again.
I cried about that too.
I told him earlier this year that if he failed I would not be sending him back to school. Especially after all the drama and his having to play catch-up…
I am now torn between my longing for him to at least have a grade 11, and my anger at his wasting my time and money!
Okay. I’m going to stop there. I feel a lump in my throat again…
On Sunday da Bruvva came over with my Nephew N and we watched the Melbourne F1 together. It was a mindblowing race, and if I get a chance I may do a race review a little later. Lemme just say for now, that this season is going to be VERY interesting!
And I am finally back on Twitter and feeling connected again!

9:30PM Daddy darling update. he’s much better tonight- sugar and blood pressure under control at last, kidneys working a little better so no dialysis tomorrow. He is a lot happier about everything than he was yesterday. Thank you for all the prayers, messages, emails and good thoughts.

14 thoughts on “It Was Over So Fast!

  1. Hey girl. Sorry I been quiet….still no ADSL in my world.

    I am so sorry you are going through so much with your dad; you have so much on your plate. Thinking of you muchly.

    I was so touched by the interview with Damien; he clearly adores you. YOu are an awesome mom – just the one he needs.

    ITO the homeopathic stuff; try taking 3 every 15mins for 2 hours. You are such a trooper – I hope this all kicks into gear very soon for you.

  2. Sjoe! I don’t envy you the position you’re in with your son right now Angel. It must be really tough deciding what to do next.

    Hope it goes better with your dad soon.

  3. Its okay to cry and its even better to cry when you have a steady shoulder to cry on.

    I hope your father gets better soon. He has alot of love and support around him.

    Don’t worry too much about your son. With a little encouragement his grades will improve.

    xx

  4. Hope your dad gets better soon.
    HUGE (((HUGS))).
    I was hoping Damian would come to his senses.

  5. Sorry about your dad, angel. Also sorry about the knucklehead.

    I hope you’ll understand if I pay absolutely no attention to your F1 posts.

  6. Take a deep breath. Try to relax (I know, so much easier sad by someone else than to do.) But it is good advice and we do often need reminding of it. Easy to forget while in the middle of all of his chaos.

    Take bubble baths? If not, start doing it! Get the good stuff too, no skimping out on the good soaps and lotions. They help a little bit and you smell pretty too!

  7. I had a year a bit like that last year- never want to go back there- everything falling apart.
    It was, for me, the hardest year of my life, but it’s starting to get better again. I hope you get to experience that same easing of the pressure soon.

  8. The Dutch have a saying “Alles komt wel op zijn spoortjes terecht” which means that everything will get back on track eventually.

  9. I’m so sorry about your Dad and all that is happening, I’m glad Glugs came home and you had his shoulder to cry on!! Thinking of you all Lotsa Love xxxxxxxxxxxx

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