We arrive back at home, just in time for the news. My baby, Jorgia...she has an addiction to that Neighbours show...that cheesy Australian show and the cheeky thing snuck it on instead of the news. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner thinking...must be about time for the news for about twenty minutes, and listening out for it coming on, before i realised that she had been sitting in the couch in silence watching her show...cringing every time i walked through the lounge and hoping that i would not notice that the news was half way done. That is the second time that she has pulled that one on me. I am going to have to be more onto it from now on at news time.
I cooked a yummy chicken salad dinner that they love. Then i made lunches for tomorrow...then we baked cookies. I did dishes (no dishwasher here but that's all good) They did homework.
Now i am in bed, all ready to crash after having a bath. No nanna nightie tonight for fear of being mocked. My daughters are in their room. One is in bed reading and one is on the computer. Bed time for them by 9:30...i trust them to stick to that if i fall asleep before them.
I will drop them at school in the morning then i get them back for the weekend at 3:30 on Friday. We have a busy weekend of running around ahead of us. Both have birthday parties, shopping with friends at Botany and one has a trip to Kelly Tarltons to go to...i will be playing taxi mum and loving every minute of it.
I am a better, more patient, more loving, more attentive parent than i have been since they were tiny. I was excited to pick them up in the middle of the week for the first time in forever. They jumped in the car and we talked about the weekend etc and i said out loud..."oh my gosh i am mum again" and they laughed at me saying that. They don't realise how much of a failure i felt for so long for putting my depression over Danny, and then a drug addiction before them.
They just thought mum was saying something stupid/funny again. I can't change the mistakes that i have made. I can only learn from them and be grateful that my girls still love me as much as they do.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift.
- Eleanor Roosevelt