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.
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.