“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
- Zelda Fitzgerald
My last proper post was probably the most depressing thing I have written on this blog. Not just the subject matter, but at the time (and it certainly comes across in the writing) I felt defeated.
Since then Miss A has continued to improve and in all honesty she seems back to her old self completely. Which is AWESOME.
But when you have four kids it is only so long before something else comes along. Last week our eldest (who had been on the waitlist for two years) finally had her tonsils and adenoids out. Procedure all went smoothly and we went home the next day. A few days ago she got some bleeding from where her tonsils were and she was taken back to hospital. The last few days have been exhausting. Hubby stayed with her the whole time in hospital (I stayed the whole time the first go round) as she gets to anxious to be left alone in a strange place. The ENT surgeons argued for awhile about whether or not she needed to go back under…in the end she didn’t and finally she came home today with the all clear.
Of course during all of this – it was the end of my course. I missed out on so many classes the last few weeks that I was so close to just giving up. But somehow I found the time and energy to not only finish everything – but to take them in last night (thanks to my Mother in Law who came and babysat) and I have officially passed. I now have a certificate II in millinery and that means I can move on to second year!
So can I relax now?
Just for a second I thought about how blissful it would be not having anything to do for the next month or so….except the twins birth is next weekend and then it will be Christmas! So much for that idea.
But hopefully this poor neglected blog will get some more attention from me now my brain isn’t being pulled in 27 directions.
Thank you all for being such a huge support.
Miss Fairchild xoxo