Just a quiet Sunday with me and the two kids, talking laughing, doing our own thing. I was watching tv in here and Josh came and said "There's something wrong with the microwave, I was heating up some baked beans and sparks started coming off them and the tin was burning". Oops forgot to tell him to never put metal in the microwave. I'm still giggling at it.
I feel like I've spent the whole of the past year (and beyond) just worrying about Emily. All the drama and problems have really taken their toll on me, and on her of course but she seems to have settled down a lot and dummy spits are few and far between and it would seem she is happy, and says she is looking forward to the new school year and her distance education. Josh is growing into such a lovely young man, he came and got in bed with me last night and watched the last of the Carols in the Domain. I love doing stuff like that with him before he gets too old to want share such things with his Mum. We bond over tv shows like Friends, and of course cooking shows.
My relationship with Kate is better than it's been since she left home, I'll always be her mother but we have built a friendship as well now I'm not responsible for her any more. And my relationship with my oldest, Alison, is getting better all the time. I tread cautiously with her, she still has issues about her childhood and my absence therein but we're making baby steps and progress I think. Now she has her own family I think she feels the need for her mother, at least I hope so.
So Christmas is only a week away and everything is looking good. Phill and I are getting on really well, I have realised that he is the one person in this world who truly has my back. He's not perfect like me, heh heh, but he loves me and takes such good care of us. I was seriously ready to walk many times this year (and actually did on one occasion but got back before he even noticed we were gone).
I just made a kick arse tomato sauce with onion, garlic, tomato paste, a tin of tomatoes, wine, Worcestershire and herbs and made some meatballs. I will have mine in the sauce with pasta, Josh will have his on their own and Em is just going to have pasta I think. Easy, and we all get what we want. The sauce tastes amazing, I have realised that a bit of sugar in a tomato based sauce makes all the difference.
We have to go back to Wagga tomorrow so Phill can take some tax documents that can't be faxed. We're hoping the tax agent can work it so we can pay our tax debt and my Centrelink debt with tax refunds that we didn't claim. He'll never do his own tax again. My own sister is a tax agent, so we really have no excuse to have gotten into this trouble.
My idiot brother got his first biological grandchild yesterday morning, a boy who they named Jack. His awful, awful wife had a child when they got together, who is two days older than my Ali and he raised her, but this baby was born to Kira, my brother's first blood child. My mum rang me and told me she thinks she put her foot in it when she mentioned that Jack was his first "real" grandchild. Ya think Mum?? I couldn't help but laugh. I can imagine Lex sputtering and getting all indignant with her. His wife is a horrible woman, her oldest child moved to Canada to get away from her. It's times like this though that I wish our family could make it work a bit better. My late brother's children have been brainwashed it would seem against our side of the family and it's so sad, especially now he's gone. I would love to be in touch with all of my nieces and nephews, but in regards to both my brothers' children that will probably never happen.
Ah but it's Christmas, my own family is happy and healthy and I'm getting a GRAND DAUGHTER in May, did I mention that? We have many blessings to count, and count them I will.
3 comments:
YOU are wise for one so young my friend. :0)
May this wisdom carry you over the rough spots and keep what could be "ever present" in your heart of hearts.
I'll whisper this in your ear; There is No Rose Garden. May the thorns BE FEWER.
(((hugs)))Pat
ahh, happy life my friend.
I hope you are feeling better soon, having a cold in summer really sucks.
Yes sugar in tomato sauce really makes such a difference doesn't it?
Could your immune system be compromised by what your body is going through with menopause?
That smell of Christmas pudding and Christmas cake cooking is also so evocative of family for me. My Mum used to make the pudding every year till last year when she passed away. She would always want me to have a stir and make a wish. (I would wish her cancer away)
My sister and I have discussed who will take over the pudding tradtion, but we will have to find her recipe first. So it will be a bought pudding this year again.
Your happiness about your granddaughter reminds me of my Mum's happiness about Little MIss. So touching. Thanks for reminding me of some really special memories.
There is never a better time to be thankful for your lot than at Christmas. I often find Christmas very stressful and sad, much better to be grateful.
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