Friday, August 17, 2012
Losing it!
Pre-travel the boy's would have what I like to call bonding time over some Zombie killing or Portal producing PlayStation activity. I would have bonding time with my Yoga mat or treadmill, perhaps spend some quality time in my studio. This PlayStation bonding time was usually reserved for Saturday and Sunday evenings. The last few months before we left I found myself sitting with them in the family room, half watching, mainly reading blogs, but generally using the old Internet and all it's wisdom. Post travel, the boy's 'bond' every night and I'm trying to fill my time, without a studio, without room to do Yoga and without the Internet or my treadmill. I'm teaching myself how to crochet, it's going terribly. I understand the instructions, I can do the stitches, but for some reason I can't put it all together. I read and I draw but sometimes you just need something easy to do. Like watching a chick flick, something that requires little brain power. We try and get to local libraries as often as we can to stay in touch but every now and then I want to veg with my favourite blogger's and be entertained. So on occasion we 'treat' ourselves by staying in a private campsite with all the bells and whistles.
Yesterday I cried, Red Bird, no I sobbed. I felt overwhelmed, ganged up on, dispirited and ultimately when it was all over pathetic. The boy's had WiFi and I didn't and it broke me. Stupid computer.
Always yours
Sparrow
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Oh, Sparrow, I wish I could be with you! All week I have been thinking about you and wondering how you were doing and this is exactly what I was afraid might happen. I know you're a tough cookie, our readers should know that too, but you've chosen a difficult path, exciting, but difficult. On top of it all, you've lost the female connection that your beautiful oldest born would have added. Have a good cry and here's a secret I've told a couple of friends recently: When you really need to cry, pull out some soppy chick show or book. For you, buy a season of Grey's anatomy. You can't help but cry when you watch it. Kick the boys out and have a good old fashioned "wring your heart out cry". When it's done, you'll feel a million times better! Trust me, it works. but, don't count on WIFI-treat yourself to an entire season. Also, The Time Travellers Wife-the book not the movie, is one I turn to for a cry. I read it over and over again!
ReplyDeleteI miss you, my heart goes out to you and I wish I were watching chick flicks with you!
PS Remember when we went to see Sex in the City II and we hated it and everyone around us seemed to be having the time of their lives! What a let down
PPS-I know you'll be okay another day. but, I'm glad you're admitting to the sadness. You can be very Britishly reserved with your pain but so beautifully gving when others are there. Lose yourself to it for a bit because you won't really get lost. You'll pick yourself up again.
Ah, an hour doing laundry where plentiful WiFi doth live and a Roman Holiday/Breakfast at Tiffany's double bill. Bliss.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the support Red Bird.
Always yous Sparrow
(can't believe I just used the words laundry and bliss in the same sentence,what's happening to me!)