I'm not a great one for saying how it is on here. I have absolutely no problem in my real life, but I choose this as my happy space where I celebrate and embrace the good things in life. Sometimes though life catches up on you and then it's time to take a breath, stop and think. I really enjoy writing my blog as I do, but at the moment my head is struggling with being all jolly and creative and I think being honest is what I need right now.
It's been a roller coaster of a week. It started with the news that my aunt who has been battling with severe mental health problems took a million steps backwards after so many slow slow steps forward. On Monday I celebrated my adopted birthday with my parents. It's the day I was born to them and means I have two birthdays which is a bit of all right isn't it. Next we got some great news. In January Miss Rosey sat a three hour school entrance exam for high school and passed. We found out this week we've been awarded enough of a bursary so she can go to this school. It's been a long and stressful wait not knowing for sure what's happening in the next big step in her life, but so exciting to know at last. That night I rang my mum to let her know Miss Rosey's news, but I couldn't get through. That was the night my dad got rushed into hospital again because he couldn't breathe at all. They're working hard to stabilise him, but other complications are setting in. Mr Bun was going to visit him tonight on his way back from an awards ceremony at Duxford, but his car literally died on the way there with smoke pouring out. We might be lucky enough to get a bit of cash for it as scrap, but no car. He's had loads of cars die on him and they never think to do it near home for some stupidly stupid reason known to the law of cars. Finally, tonight my mum called when she got home from the hospital to say another aunt has gone into hospital.
It's my mum I worry about the most in all of this. There's only so much one person can take and she's taking a lot at the moment. She finds it really hard to accept help and prefers giving, but tonight she asked if she can come and stay at the weekend. The Bun's adore their grandma so they've planned a sleepover all together in the lounge with a midnight feast, she'll love it. We can provide the spoiling and looking after the lot of them.
I feel so much better writing all that down rather than just banging on about the good stuff. Normal will be resumed when I get my head screwed back on again. Hopefully I'll be able to fit in a spot of blissful sewing tommorow before I visit my dad. I've plans to make the Bun's suprise washbags for their first ever school trip away. That's why I've been adding to the stash yet again.