Wednesday the first day of spring, at last. Good bye to trackie daks and hello togs.
Rainy today, thank God, the drought is getting so bad without a drop of rain so this light soak will at least green up the grass.
Sports day for the pre-schoolers was cancelled until tommorrow, my little girl was very sad about that, as her Dad was going to watch her run. But all the festivities are back on tomorrow, weather permitting.
Extra tired today. Had BAD PARENTING day yesterday, both kids were "out of sorts", so my temper was tested all day. (How did I become such a crabbie adult?) Last nite my baby would not feed properly at 10pm, so I had to hand express into a bottle and hope he slept through. He woke at 2am and gurggled until about 4.30am at which time my husband snored like a ban saw until 6.30am. Alarm goes and Mum has had about 2 hours sleep. Get up breast feed starving baby, dose sick dog, feed hungry child and self breakfast and recount bad dream to husband.
Had a real corker last night......about my Dad. The family, me, two elder sisters and Mum and Dad were staying in an old holiday house we once rented at Burleigh, (Strange my brother was not in the dream). Dad;s little brother and his wife came to visit, Dad went to the pub with his brother and got blotto which we all thought, in the circumstances, was quite funny. When they came home they staggered in making jokes and making us all laugh. When we all looked up to see Dad, we saw he had reverted back to looking about 25 years old. Handsome, fit and tanned. As we all gasped that he had somehow been cured and then some...he staggered up the narrow hallway only to trip and fall. When I laughingly helped him to his feet I noticed a large pink, slimey puddle on the floor. Dad had a large bloody hole in his chest above his lung and when I asked him what the slime was he said, "Oh shit my lung has burst and all that cement they tried to save me with has oozed out...." I awoke at this stage very upset and lay awake listening to my baby and husband fill the house with night sounds. It now makes me cry to think there is nothing I can do to help my Dad, and his end is very near. It makes it worse to know he will have a terrifying end drowning in his own lung fluid and we can only watch......................I am going to miss my Dad so much, I cant face it.