|I really need new curtains!|
The fire is lighting and the baubles are gleaming on the tree as I write this just one week after my Dad's funeral. And in a few minutes the Harry Potter DVD that I bought earlier today will be unwrapped and we'll escape to Hogwarts, Angel and I. Christmas is coming and I have to rebuild for my kids.
The sadness still clutches me every day, but the awful stress and pain of knowing that he was going to die and feeling so helpless, that is gone.
He always believed in being positive, and so I am looking forward even as I miss him.
In many ways my children's lives have been on hold. This week I have started to catch up with all the things that haven't been done. Keeping busy is now my drug of choice.
Mail was dealt with, nappies ordered (by Thursday I had just two left...and they don't sell Smiley's size in Tesco) stuff was fixed, thanks to the brother-in-law of one of my lovely friends, windows cleaned, winter fuel bought, the fridge restocked, and I started running again. I took Smiley to the teen club on Monday and the Rainbow Junior Arch Club on Saturday and began her intensive physiotherapy programme again. There were two appointments for Smiley and three for aspie boy, including his IEP, which went very well: his class teacher is just as enthusiastic about his potential as I am, and we both agreed on everything including a strategy for secondary school. I started ringing all the local schools this week, but it appears that he will be near the bottom of the waiting list for those schools that are suitable. He has become a victim of the Millennium baby boom I fear.
This is just a short update as I am struggling with vertigo which means that reading and typing are difficult, and now the cold air is trying to seep in through the windows and walls of this old house. Winter is really here...