Cosy Days

My day off today. It was productive in short bursts, interspersed with down time manifesting as pain and tiredness. I saw my GP today who agreed my new medication for my bone condition is not working. Since the side effect of the medication can be stomach ulcers we made a joint decision to cease. I have to go for a round of blood test next Monday, go for some scans and then book in for injections (into the soles of my feet gulp!). To be honest, if it takes the pain away I would probably let them inject my eyeballs (probably!).

I had visitors in the afternoon and almost burned the soup destined to be my lunches for the next couple of days, but managed a miraculous save.

lentil tomato and jalapeno

I had planned on making breakfast muffins but by the time my guests left and I made dinner (stir fry vegetables, singapore noodles and tuna fish), I was too tired.

Oscar had a long bubble bath and came out over tired and grumpy. I had promised him play time so even though it was almost 9pm I had to relent and allow 10 minutes of play. But look at what play thing has caught his attention again (after a year and a half).

Oscar was bundled into bed with bible stories and buttered toast and cosy milk, and I ran a detox bath for myself of sea salt, eucalyptus and aloe vera gel. It was lovely and warm and very soothing on the limbs. I also managed to read a chapter of a book.

I have only read the first chapter which tells the story of the woman caught in the act of adultery. The story is from the woman's point of view and went as far as it could to give mitigating circumstances for this woman's behavior.
Having my husband whom I adored do this to me makes it a difficult sin to deal with. I understand however that it is not me he needs to be sorry to, it is the Lord our God. I am in no position to judge another's sin. 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone'

And on that note, its my turn for hot toast and butter and a warm drink, before I get a good and peaceful nights sleep.

Pinkie Pain

Well, its been a funny old kind of day. I knitted some Christmas baubles (pics to follow) at work, and was very pleased with the results. In general my mood was quite low though. I was recently diagnosed with a bone disorder which causes me an enormous amount of pain. I am taking 2 kinds of medication to alleviate the  symptoms some what, but the efficiency of the medication is not the same every day and today was a not very efficient day.

It would have been sensible to go home and lie down, but I very rarely choose the sensible thing (where I am concerned, not anyone else), and decided I had had enough of white walls in every corner of the flat.

before

after

Oscar came home crying and Muma had to get the first aid kit out.

He shut his finger in the heavy school gate coming out of after school club.

I didn't dare say it at the time but there is a very high possibility of that little nail coming off.

Luckily it was his left hand that was hurt because his homework was to go on a 'wintery walk' and draw or photograph what you saw,

the city lights and the moon reflected in the sea

Tonight is night 4 of Hanukkah and its still very lovely lighting the candles and saying the blessings. I had intended to make some Latkes tonight, but with one thing and another I never managed to get to it. I had eggs cooked in oil, does that count I wonder?

I have a busy few days/evenings coming up again and although I love this time of year I really dislike being run off my feet. I haven't decided on opening times during the Christmas break, but I cant see Oscar wanting to hang out in the shop with me, I guess we will struggle muddle through as best we can.

I am exhausted (and sore) now, and I had planned to eat my fudge and read my new book, from the comfort of my cosy wee bed, however the fudge seems to have gone missing??? I am 99% sure I haven't eaten it already.

Ah well never mind, there is still mint ice-cream.

Valerie

ps, I wish the kitten wasn't so interested in the Menorah, its an accident waiting to happen.

Don't Judge Me, I'm Doing My Best

The really hard part about becoming a single parent is being responsible for everyone and everything (in and around your home).
I cook, clean, do laundry, make snacks, do the school run, do the homework, pack the bags, read the scriptures, organize lifts, outings and family home evening. I do the ironing, pay the bills, decorate, do the DIY (although a friend in church does the shelf putting up), fill in about a gazillion forms, check teeth are cleaned, faces are washed and dirty clothes are in the laundry bag. Not to mention make beds, read stories, supervise bath time, pack swimming gear, do the grocery and every other type of shopping and pay for it. And, if that isnt enough, I have started my own business, with exactly 0 staff so again its all up to me.
I try really hard .............
To find the positives, to get everything done, to be awake and alert at relevant times, to be a mother who is present and a business owner who is giving a new business 100% and to be a Christlike Disciple of our Lord and give of my time and my compassion within my church.
Sometimes though.................
I fail. The apartment is a disaster zone, I am winging it in the shop and flying by the seat of my pants, I don't spend enough time with my family (both old and young), and I feel like my desire to serve Jesus Christ is much greater than my ability.
Please don't judge me though, I am doing my best and sometimes its all we can ever do.


Philippians 4:13

 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.


Did I forget to say 'feed the cat'?