Hi, my name is LuLu.
It has been 17 days since my last blog post.
It has been hard going. I find the mornings the most difficult. Blogging goes down so smooth with that second cup of coffee, drinking in the serenity after the storm that is ‘get the child to school on time’.
There have been other factors that have helped me on my way to recovery. Keeping busy is good. And of course, I found God. God in the form of a small child wearing a white dress. Miss Eight scrubbed up quite well for her 1st Holy Communion. I even managed to get her to brush her hair and after a monumental struggle, convinced her that wearing a black headband with the face of Hannah Montana on it, was not going to cut it with the God Squad.
The week leading up to White Sunday was spent mostly in the dark and musty confines of the local church. As Mr Dear Husband happened to be conveniently wrapped in worldly matters somewhere on the Turkish Riviera, the role of respectable parent was left to me….the non-catholic, spawn of the devil, wild child, daughter-in-law. Believe me when I tell you, that this did not sit easy on the shoulders of the Mother Outlaw (who I have been known to refer to as the Pope’s Sister).
A) She has already removed her gorgeous white hair decorations in favour of a napkin.
B) She is her mother’s daughter.
C) She turned to the camera and said “Who am I?”….. “The Pope of course!!”
D) Nine months of intensive religious education has not helped her sense of humour.
E) That is me with my back to the camera – trying to convince the waitress that it would be better for her to just ‘leave the bottle’.
My saving grace came about through my organisational skills. I can delegate like an air traffic controller. We need 14 cakes for the Monday Kaffee Klatsch, I hear you say? No problem. A quick call to the local Granny Mafia (all of whom are over 80 and can cook cake as if their lives depend on it) – instantly we had placed orders for more cake than should be legal. Then there were logistical problems – How DO you fit 22 people around the dining room table? Cobbled together, with chairs begged, borrowed and stolen. I figured they would be so dazzled by the wondrous array of cake, they wouldn’t notice.
As you can see… it has taken me a week to recover. More than a week actually.
Hi, my name is LuLu.
It has been 1 day since my last blog post.