Okay. So, it's been a long week. I exercised a lot this week. Ouch. And didn't lose any weight. Grrr.
But aside from that, I realized how much I really love to dance. It was a fantastic week, but I have gone to bed before 11 two or three nights in a row now! Let's track back to April and May when I couldn't go to sleep before 1am because I'd have panic attacks. My theory was that if I was exhausted I wouldn't have attacks. Well, I'm still exhausted, it's just coming three hours earlier than it used to!
At least exhaustion looks good on me, right? Oh stop commenting you silly Bloglanders! I wasn't after comments! Course, I'll still publish them. Coz I'm silly like that. Havie took this picture - pretty good job for someone who doesn't know what she's doing!
Tonight Oce helped me make Bangers and Mash. Take a moment. What does that mean? Oceana helped me - a la
A Baker's Dozen style. She often (OFTEN) has her children in the kitchen helping. It keeps Oce busy, and it "helps Momma" or at least that's what I tell her. I'd rather that she felt she peeled too many potatoes than get somewhere at 18 and not know how. Yes, I really have met kids who hadn't peeled potatoes before (one girl was 22 or 23!). She did a good job! She pulled the peeler back too quickly a few times and when I asked, "Are you alright?", her answer was, "Yeeeah, I'm fine Mummy".
This weekend I have the privilege to meet another mother who lost her son to an encephalocele. I'm excited, but really apprhensive too. I'm worried that it's going to be too real.
More later, I've been taking more pictures lately. So you'll be happy about that right? Somebody commented last week that they were missing the Oce-pix. I'm happy to oblige!
Oh, and Bangers and Mash? Sausages in brown gravy over mashed potatoes.
But aside from that, I realized how much I really love to dance. It was a fantastic week, but I have gone to bed before 11 two or three nights in a row now! Let's track back to April and May when I couldn't go to sleep before 1am because I'd have panic attacks. My theory was that if I was exhausted I wouldn't have attacks. Well, I'm still exhausted, it's just coming three hours earlier than it used to!
At least exhaustion looks good on me, right? Oh stop commenting you silly Bloglanders! I wasn't after comments! Course, I'll still publish them. Coz I'm silly like that. Havie took this picture - pretty good job for someone who doesn't know what she's doing!
Tonight Oce helped me make Bangers and Mash. Take a moment. What does that mean? Oceana helped me - a la A Baker's Dozen style. She often (OFTEN) has her children in the kitchen helping. It keeps Oce busy, and it "helps Momma" or at least that's what I tell her. I'd rather that she felt she peeled too many potatoes than get somewhere at 18 and not know how. Yes, I really have met kids who hadn't peeled potatoes before (one girl was 22 or 23!). She did a good job! She pulled the peeler back too quickly a few times and when I asked, "Are you alright?", her answer was, "Yeeeah, I'm fine Mummy".
This weekend I have the privilege to meet another mother who lost her son to an encephalocele. I'm excited, but really apprhensive too. I'm worried that it's going to be too real.
More later, I've been taking more pictures lately. So you'll be happy about that right? Somebody commented last week that they were missing the Oce-pix. I'm happy to oblige!
Oh, and Bangers and Mash? Sausages in brown gravy over mashed potatoes.