Keeping calm

I don’t know what it is with shit happening whenever Etienne has to go away.  You might remember what happened back in June, so you can understand that I get a little nervous.

We received an sms from our domestic worker at 9h30PM on Sunday night: she doesn’t think she is coming to work because of the strike.  We had heard rumours about a possible strike, and from previous experience I know that to get out of Khayelitsha when there is trouble isn’t pleasant.

But still, Etienne was going to be away last night and I was looking forward to just spending time with the kids, not running around like a mad thing trying to get washing, cooking and cleaning done deep into the night tonight.  But thankfully she arrived yesterday.

I’m feeling like I suffer from a little PTSD with everything that has gone on in the last few months.  I just need a month where there is no drama and no-one is sick or has broken arms.  Pretty please with a cherryon top, I promise to be good.  I need to calm down just a little and start walking again for the welfare of my mind.

This morning I looked out the kitchen window and for the first time since forever saw the sun reflect off the vineyards before we leave the house in the morning.  I had this feeling that took me a while to realize was optimism that winter was actually going to pass. (yes, unheard of that I would complain about winter, but dammit, my feet have been cold for the last 3 months and I’m miserable when my feet are cold).

Daniel’s also going through a whole personality “thing” at the moment and is completely ignoring any instruction I give him, it feels like I constantly have Etienne intervening in basic stuff like getting “his” son into the bath.  Very tiring and downright boring.

I really needed to get them dressed and out the house as I had 2 drop-offs today (after a less-than-ideal night of sleep), so he comes waltzing into the kitchen at 06h15: Mom, I need an insect for school.

Into the playroom we go, no luck, no plastic insects except for a pink butterfly that he knew wasn’t a good idea to take to school. (more about this later).  They eventually found the smallest, most suspect-looking thing, under our bed that promptly got stuffed into a container.  Job done.

The girls proved once again on Saturday that I can take them anywhere and they will pretty much be ok.  I was lucky enough to meet the lovely @laurenallot and her brood and also got to introduce the girls to @mingbean’s kids, and after the initial limpet-stage they were quite happy to play.  It did help that Lauren’s house is the most childfriendly house I have ever been to, everyone had a ball.

On the way
there us girls had a chat in the car.  I’m always amazed at what the kids remember, often really random stuff that obviously got stuck in their minds.  In the car Mignon wanted to know why I helped my folks move and Etienne had to stay with them, months ago.  I tried to explain to them that when your parents get older it is your responsibility to take care of them and that one day when Daddy and myself were old that they would also want to help us.

A little silence.

Isabel pipes up: But Mom, you are already old!


One thought on “Keeping calm”

  1. Oh sigh!

    I for one am delighted that summer is here – well in our parts of the world. This winter was rather brutal.

    Here’s wishing you a wonderful and calm week! Let’s make it a month!

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