Mercury Rising

So the mercury was rising in the thermometer of my life this week as hopes were raised all over the place, so much so that one of my good friends suggested I do the lotto too. Just in case I’m on a winning streak.

I can’t tell you most of the news, though I may put something on Instagram if all goes well.

The week was busy too, and not with depressing form filling or cleaning or other happiness draining activities. There were stressful but positive planning meetings, a lovely late Christmas present from one of my wonderful friends, a successful and happy Powerchair training session with my disabled daughter B, Zumba, a visit by our lovely home hairdresser, assisted swimming with B, a walk in the Phoenix Park with a friend, followed by an evening seminar on Independent Living.

Then there was Friday.

On top of my caring duties and 2 hours of phone calls relating to youngest, I managed the following:

– collecting a parcel with a new charger for my watch. I also did a factory reset, and it’s working properly again. Hooray!
– attending another painful physio session for my hip injury that has prevented me from running for the past two weeks, but I’ve now been given the go ahead to start again. Yippee!
– visiting a new housing development that didn’t meet my daughter’s needs, but I was told there may be some ‘single storey dwellings’ in phase 2. Excited much.
– dashing back into town to buy some adult nappies as B has run out and there’s no delivery till Tuesday, and I saw some pigeons out of the corner of my eye and took a random photo of them chillin’ on a window ledge. Love it when that happens.
– sleeping for 8 hours with only 2 interruptions. Though I did have a sleep hangover afterwards. Apparently the cure is another good night’s sleep, so here’s hoping I can get one again soon…

reasons to be cheerful january 26th 2019

So those are my reasons to be cheerful for this week – head over to Lakes Single Mum for more.

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Waiting

January is the waiting month, isn’t it? Waiting for the cold weather to end, waiting for the bank balance to improve, and waiting to feel better now that Christmas is over and life seems a bit grey and dull. Here I’m waiting for something to happen for youngest – the child I don’t write about on here. I’ve been waiting for months and months, and while I wait my weeks are filled with phone calls and meetings, and more phone calls and more meetings. We’re so close, too close, I’m stressed about the waiting, and stressed about what may actually happen. I’m doing a lot of hibernating too. Hiding from people for fear I will just rant unstoppably, or cry, or both.

The endless meetings are all part of the process, and at least they keep me busy so I can’t brood too much, so do they count as reasons to be cheerful? Does my hip injury count, which means enforced rest from running but more Zumba?

Also in Zumba related news, we’re dancing Flamenco this term, which really excites me as I always had an interest in Spanish music, right back to my school days when I prepared a dissertation on Zarzuelas – to the astonishment of the examination board in those pre internet days… Note to self: must put visiting Spain on my bucket list!

This is possibly the first year ever that I’ve got to choose my own calendar – don’t get me wrong, I love getting calendars as presents, but it was an enjoyable novelty to pick one myself. Of course there was too much choice, but in the end I plumped for a Lonely Planet calendar which has gorgeous pics of places I’ve never heard of and may never visit.

tasmania lonely planet calendar
Tasmania

My disabled daughter B rejoined the local 13+ club for teens and young adults with disabilities this week – it was a disco with now famous Mick and Dusty, and she loved every minute of it!

We also visited the Rainbow Junior Arch Club and I took these happy pics…

bronwen arch club jan 2019 collage

Being injured means I can salve my conscience about not doing enough volunteering for parkrun. Last Saturday B and I went to Tymon and took photos, and we hope to do Tail Walker at Fairview this weekend.

Finally B showed she’s always determined to make progress, and this week I caught her picking up her drink using her very weak left hand. She really is an inspiration ๐Ÿ˜

For more reasons to be cheerful head over to Lakes Single Mum.

R2BC at Mummy from the Heart 

Reasons to be Cheerful 5.1.19

Okay, so my middle of the night Twitter meltdown is over for now, thanks to eldest minding the fort so I could do a parkrun on my own for once. I really appreciated the break from the worry of why the Irish Health Service will not help my youngest, and began to feel a bit more cheerful about the weekend ahead. And even though I’m struggling with a hip injury and sleep deprivation, I managed a reasonable time and came first in my age group ๐Ÿ˜€

fairview parkrun january 2019 #loveparkrun

In other good news, I began the year with three beds to choose from every night! Except I don’t really have a choice right now, but the thought is satisfying.

I may not get to gigs, but B and I always find the best free music events, like this excellent guitar band we stopped to listen to on Dublin’s O’Connell street. Judging by her reaction, B thinks they should be big stars one day. Now why didn’t I take a note of their name?

guitar band

On Wednesday B started back at her young adult programme, and my gym opened up for the new year, and then on Thursday, finally, her new hoist arrived. No more spinning round and round or stubbed toes for B, and it’s portable, so that’s part one of operation escape for the weekend in place. ย More on that to follow, hopefully!

Head over to Lakes Single Mum for more reasons to be cheerful.

 

On New Year’s Day

2018 ended with the very sad news of the death of a wonderful woman and former work colleague with whom I’d reconnected on Twitter in recent months. That made it extra hard to feel any sense of celebration about a new year.

January 1st began at 3am as usual with the now nightly clean up due to the issues affecting one of the members of this household, then the morning started with a beautiful new year smile from my disabled daughter B. It should have been enough to put me in a good mood. But it wasn’t.

This will be a milestone year : my youngest turns 18 in April and I will then be the mother of adults. But no prospect of an empty nest or a chance to live my own life.

Instead my parenting duties seem more intense and overwhelming than ever. I feel so trapped by it all, and crushed by the knowledge that I’m the only one who can engineer an escape plan that ensures a better future for all of us.

Yet I felt bad about feeling bad at the start of a new year that many will not see.

So I did what I have to do most days, and chose an activity to boost my mental and physical energy and endurance to do all that has to be done.

Today’s choice was another parkrun with B, with a more civilised starting time of 11am.

In the afternoon B and I actually stayed in the house: we put together my first playlist since 2015, and I may as well continue my blogging tradition of sharing the songs, though free wordpress won’t let me embed the videos:

We are scientists – after hours

Ash – Annabel

Green Day – good riddance

Bastille – Pompeii

John Newman – love me again

Heathers – November

Oasis – the importance of being idle –

Super furry animals – golden retriever

The stoat – try not to think about it

Carter USM – the only boy

Then we made a non alcoholic tiramisu to use up more of the left over naughty food in the fridge, and after dinner B ‘supervised’ me doing the laundry and putting the bins out followed by one last video before bedtime.

Between her bedtime and 3am I got some free time for Netflix, some sleep time and some worrying time about how much longer I can keep going.

But at least this New Year’s Day I did more than just chores and supermarket shopping trips.

There’s more to life than cleaning showers was what I used to mutter under my breath when the student flat cleaning rota was being given out. And I guess I still feel the same today.

As for 2019? It’s going to be a bumpy rollercoaster ride of a year, but as my new necklace says

Do no harm and take no shit

Words to live by for the months ahead!

How was your New Year’s Day?