What does Summer mean if you don’t go on holiday and your children are young adults?
It could feel like a non event, I guess, the same of the rest of the year, but with a need for sunscreen and extra deodorant.
Some in Ireland are denying there was any summer at all – because there was no heatwave – yet I’m browner than I have been for years, and I’ve enjoyed the sunshine and showers, the cooler weather, fewer smelly bins, and less need to water the plants.
I made the most of it, and so did my daughter, as you can *probably* tell from the collage of happy smiles, yet the smiles were scarce at times, and it’s only in the last week or two that I felt she was really happy once again. I could not tell why she was sad, and she could not tell me either. But thankfully whatever was bothering her did not develop into anything significant.
It was also a summer of facing facts, of making choices when all of the options were less than ideal, of realising I have to find a better way to live, for myself and for the two young adults who depend on me. Time will be in shorter supply than ever, and there may be even less blogging and social media. However B’s place on her adult programme has now been made permanent, and that is one less worry, especially as she is so happy there, and the services provided make my life a little easier too.
Progress was made on some important projects during the summer. A lot of decluttering was done and, in related news, I did move in to B’s room, though I’m waiting for help to get it finished. It’s like a little bedsitting room now with two beds, two chests of drawers, B’s wheelchair and hoist, my desk, a telly and a comfy chair so I can sit with her in the evenings which saves heating the living room and means I don’t have to stray too far to help with whatever is bothering her during those hours. Our room is adjacent to the kitchen and B’s wet room, so it has almost everything we need close by. And as the weeks pass, I hope to keep making little changes that will make all our lives a little better.
Head over to Mummy From The Heart for more reasons to be cheerful: