This has been an…odd week. A couple of days where everything got derailed – husband was off up north working on site and got stuck there when the airport closed due to a cyclone. So the kid and I have been on our own since Thursday. Bless the little guy, he’s been awesome – going to sleep without too much fuss and sleeping through the night. You’ve never seen sad until you’ve seen a two-year-old’s face when you tell him that Daddy isn’t coming home as planned. My heart breaks thinking of kids who get told that Daddy or Mummy aren’t ever coming back.
Things which keep me grounded; the view from the kitchen: tea, geekery, a kidlet not eating his breakfast
This has been a hard week. Two lights lost to the world and moving beyond, two new holes in the world. I wish I could physically be at the memorials for both. My heart is there.
It feels somewhat wrong to be moving on (as it always does after a loss), but at the same time it feels right. The loss of anyone is a reminder of what matters, to value those things in life. To make our lives worthwhile.
I want to make my life mean something. To be a good mother to that amazing kid above. To be a good friend. To write something that fills a hole in someone else’s life.
I will do these things. I will make my time on this earth mean something.
On the mundane side, I have been keeping on with keeping on. Still keeping my chains unbroken, and this week finally getting around to trialling the Pomodoro technique. Much modified (which for me means that I pretty much only get one or two pomodoros in per day) but so far it’s working pretty well.
Totoro and soot sprite decals for the window. Because every home needs pieces of magic and wonder to make both kids and adults smile.
It hasn’t been the most productive week, to be honest. I haven’t written as much as I would like, though I have managed to cross a few things off my to-do list in relation to housework and decluttering. So that’s something.