Monthly Archives: February 2015

One of Those Weeks

I recently decided to take a wee break from beading, life was getting too busy and by the time the evening rolled around, I was too tired. I figured, take some time off, catch up on some rest.
“Great idea!” said Brain.
“Oh Hell no!” said Body.
As well as having two sick children (yes, again),  I have been struck down with tonsillitis, bronchitis and conjunctivitis. What a week. Surely nothing else could go wrong…….. could it?

Manuka honey is the best. I've been through a whole jar this week.

Manuka honey is the best. I’ve been through a whole jar this week.

BOOM! CRASH! EARTH SHATTERING HORROR!!

Husband wants a divorce.

Actually, it wasn’t that earth shattering. It was fairly expected and honestly, a bit of a relief; sad yes, but also an opportunity. Thankfully, we’re both on the same page, so we can do this in a friendly way. We have kids, so we’ll always have a relationship, and we both see no reason that it can’t be a happy one. There will be details to iron out, compromises to make, disagreements and differences to deal with, but we’re dedicated to doing what is best for the kids, and if we keep the focus on them, we’ll be fine. The main thing is, we’re still a family. I’m looking forward to facing the challenges ahead.

My health is gradually improving, but I feel like I could sleep for days. Hopefully I’ll be back to my jewellery before long. My wire is beckoning me.

Brain Fog Decends on Stalingrad

School has finally returned from the Christmas break, which means everyone is now ill.  It’s a predictable pattern, after the first week, the class numbers start to dwindle as the children succumb to colds,  tummy bugs and chicken pox. Then the wee darlings bring it all home to Mum and Dad.

I’m finding it difficult to self-motivate with my foggy brain and sleepy eyes. Beading is happening in fit and starts.  It would be so bad if I could sit comfortably with my beading tray across my lap, but alas, I was cursed with thighs about three inches too short. This makes tray balancing in front of the television a precarious sport, and comfort is not an option. The soft contours of the couch beckon to me, and while I try to resist, the pull is getting stronger.

Another thing keeping me from achieving my beading goals, is the ruthless and cunning Joseph Stalin. In the evenings he’s at his most demanding, plucking my work-in-progress off my bead mat and hurling it across the room. Pressing his face against mine and forcing me to give him my undivided attention. Melting my heart with his endearing face and loving cuddles, then driving me from the room with his rancid flatulence. In Just a week, Stalin has the entire household under his full control. But we love him anyway.

Stalin, pictured here with his brother "Jerry" or as I like to call him "Lenin".

Stalin, pictured here in the SPCA shelter with his brother “Jerry” or as I like to call him “Lenin”.