This week has been completely emotionally hideous, with Tuesday spent mostly crying and trying to fix things for my mother and with banking, and then with large numbers of chocolate eclairs and Sherlock.
|This made things a little better|
In spite of the enormous amount of screen time and random play the kids have been doing, and the lack of reading because of me not being able to talk for a few days, we've had a large number of very short but good Teachable Moment things- gathering wild plants with Nat, talking with Nat and Thomas about the names of the days of the week and the Roman and Norse gods, reading some poetry aloud. Outside time. Lots of lego and some math and looking up how to draw transformers and what echnoderms are, again. Talking about yak butter tea. Weird stuff springboarded off life.
On Friday my MiL arrives to help with a thousand thousand chores and appointments and research, and on Saturday one of my cousins flies in to float from house to house for the summer and provide help with taking care of my parents and also to enjoy Toronto. And my mother, even in anger and confusion at knowing her mind is going, tells me that she will pray and try to be at peace with what God wants for her.
So I am grateful, and crying, again.
ETA: comments are very welcome if you can think of something to say.