And then, suddenly, I wasn't.
It was my first okay day.
The first day where I didn't lie in bed for half an hour crying before I faced the day. The first day where I actually felt like I could cope with things.
I got the kids packed up and off to school.
I even did some housework.
And then suddenly my grief raced around the corner and punched me in the stomach. Yeah.
Just like that, my good day was done.
Real life is really starting to intrude. I have to go back to work this week, and I am in serious panic mode. My boss rang to ask me about my Christmas holiday plans and it once again hit me that mum, 'Little Miss Christmas' herself wasn't going to be there.
How are we meant to do Christmas without her?
Mick is away, so we are in survival mode. I won't tell you what we are eating for dinner. I'm pretty sure however, that you can't get scurvy in a week. Besides, surely tomato sauce has enough vitamin C to keep it at bay??
See, mum would have known that.
Random story...behind mum and dad's house was a passionfruit vine growing over the fence. The owners were meanies and wanted all the passionfruit for themselves.
One sister had written on their first sign that seeing as how the fruit was hanging over the fence onto a public footpath that the fruit was common property.
The owners took that sign down.
And replaced it.
We wanted to do a letterbox drop with passionfruit recipes and a map to the never ending supply of passionfruit, but we had to go back home :(
A few days after we got back to our own homes, Mum texted and twittered us this photo in a panic. "What do I do"???? She asked!
So in the dead of night, she and Molly tiptoed around. Pen and torch in hand, and did this.
Heh. please use gloves.
technically **not** touching ;)
The Twitter that followed? "Mission accomplished...commando rolls included"
I miss my mum.