Curious conversation yesterday.
Work was extra busy when my newly appointed supervisor brought her phone over to me.
Gill sounded tense as she told me that Cerys had been sent home from school with a hugely swollen eyelid.
When she calls I usually rationalise the situation. So breathing deep we talked and I suggested rather than go sit in A&E for hours she bring her here and we go see the pharmacist. Which she did.
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As you can see the thing wasn’t as bad as we first thought and the pharmacist hinted at Conjunctivitis and suggested gentle bathing.
She’d also had a fall at school and insisted on showing the nice lady her boo-boo.
Gill went home and I got back to work, breathing a sigh of relief that things hadn’t escalated.
Another colleague then came over and said she’d overheard much of the conversation and envied me my family and relationship with Gill.
This took me back a little.
I see our entire existence as a chaotic, erratic and random series of events between which we lurch, clasping onto each other in a barely cohesive, amorphous mess we call family.
Yeah, we laugh a lot, … and my kids are doing well and will turn out ok, but “envy” isn’t a word I would have expected to hear.
Then I remembered the mess she’d been through with her former partner and miscreant kids … and a nervous disorder.
Maybe she has a point.
I have what I have.
We are who we are.
I’m glad of it.
It’s my mess.
Oh, nearly forgot. Installed a gate to keep Ashley in the Living Room.
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He solved that puppy.
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Special Needs my arse.
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