My house is currently bursting at the seams with stress. I am not sure I can take anymore and woe betide (did I actually just say that?) a lightbulb or a washing machine or another bill that goes wrong. I too will burst at the seams, I’m sure.
Not only are we in fully blown exam hell, but into the mix we have added a daughter who has just had a knee replacement operation for a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament, as well as two house guests staying at the bottom of my garden.
I have barely been able to write anything, or do very much for the last week or so, so sick with worry was I for her full on operation. Having a general anaesthetic and getting through an operation like that is always a worry as there are always risks involved and the two hours I spent waiting for her to come out of surgery was pure hell.
Although here she is looking brave with arrows on her left knee:-
The next half an hour of looking at her with an oxygen mask on, paler than pale (and trust me she is pale at the best of times) when she was wheeled back, was also very difficult. Her boyfriend and I just kept reassuring each other that she was fine. Then she woke up super itchy and dosed up to the nines and talked a bit of rubbish, before coming round fully and looking a little pinker. The relief was huge. She had to stay in overnight and her lovely boyfriend wanted to stay the night sitting on a very uncomfortable chair next to her, but he wasn’t allowed. Anyway, I arrived in the am and took her home in the afternoon so she’s home and now, hopefully, it’s onwards and upwards for a fully stable knee and a fully fit daughter.
My youngest son and his girlfriend made her a cake which was sweet of them. Note that my son wrote “GET” and his girlfriend wrote “WELL SOON” – big difference between the artwork!:-
So this was the scene in my kitchen this morning and I can’t even go to work, having taken the week off to play my fully blown Florence Nightingale role – which I have to say I am supremely shit at:-
1. Stressed grown up son trying to get to find all his work clothes when he has been turfed out of his sister’s room and into the teeny room whilst she recuperates from her op and trying to sort his breakfast.
2. Non stressed youngest son who has an exam today not eating breakfast with me saying “YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE SOME BREAKFAST, IT WILL HELP YOUR CONCENTRATION, HAVE YOU DONE ENOUGH REVISION, DO YOU KNOW ALL THE FACTS FOR THE CASE STUDIES YOU NEED IN GEOGRAPHY”…”chill, mum – what’s a case study?”….which he didn’t quite say, but he might as well have done. I have had to take on ALL his stress because he really, really doesn’t have any and I can’t work out why.
3. Daughter hurling a crutch down the stairs and then slowly coming down with a back pack of stuff she needs to resume her supine position on the sofa for the day. She then fills a carrier bag of food from the fridge to take to the table to eat her breakfast. She’s being pretty resourceful I have to say.
4. Garden guests also wanting access to the kitchen for breakfast.
5. Me ignoring breakfast because there is too much clearing up to do.
6. Two cats also hungry.
By the time that whirlwind had happened I was ready to go back to bed!
What exactly is a “garden guest?” Humans camping? Semi domestic foxes?