I've had one of "those" weekends.
Friday: Its hot 41. Hubby is sent home from work as boss says its too hot to work. Neighbour Bob brings us a bowl of homegrown tomatoes. How nice to have good neighbours. Then other neighbour John invites us over to swim in pool. Kids have a ball I am one happy Mummy.
Saturday: I more or less wake up crying. I don't know quite whats wrong. Only that it seems like everything. The good people of POP do there best to make me feel better but the feeling wont pass. I make myself sick from worry and crying. Its hard been in a country and knowing no one. I feel isolated even though I love it. I sob virtually all day and am in no mood for planned party in the evening. However the show must go on. I had a blast. I adore B and his girl L friends of my husband. L makes me feel human again it was so good just to kick back and have a giggle. Stumble to bed at 3am feeling decidedly better.
Sunday.
Woken at 6 after 3 hours kip and snuggle on sofa with kids and DVDs all morning feeling tender. Neighbour John invites us round to pool again. We have a blast. The kids are getting more confident in the water and the bub loves it. I guess this is how its to be. Most days I will be fine then wham the distance hits home and knocks me for six.
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