PACKED TO THE RAFTERS AND THEN SOMEAugust 06, 2010
THIS week went pear-shaped. I’m holding on but am the first to admit it’s not been a good-un. I could go on. No, really, I could, but I’l...
THIS week went pear-shaped. I’m holding on but am the first to admit it’s not been a good-un. I could go on. No, really, I could, but I’ll spare you. Suffice to say we thought we were close to being empty-nesters but the 21-year-old is still in her pyjamas and still on the couch – and thanks, no, she’s not ill. In addition, the 19-year-old has moved back in. I guess it’s her lot to learn lessons of love and life the hard way. It is hard to watch her carry that broken little heart and that crumpled soul though. The 16-year-old seems pretty stable but I am still waiting for that curve ball. Me mitts are on.
So, though I’ve never watched an episode of Packed to the Rafters, I am told our family’s ups and downs make for a better yarn than the show.
The pic? I thought I’d take a snapshot of something in our house that has a sense of order. You know. Something I can come to and know everything’s where I left it. And … that chick in pink gives me no lip, bless her.