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Falling Behind

It’s been a difficult week. One full of the mean reds.

“You know those days when you get the means reds?’
‘Same as the blues?’
‘No,’ she said slowly. ‘No, the blues are because you’re getting fat or maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. You’re afraid, and you sweat like hell, but you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don’t know what it is. You’ve had that feeling?’
‘Quite often. Some people call it angst.’
‘All right. Angst. But what do you do about it?’
‘Well, a drink helps.’
‘I’ve tried that. I’ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I’ve found does the most good is to just get into a taxi and go to Tiffany’s. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind of men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.” – Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. 

I woke up on Tuesday and could barely breathe; my head felt as though it were in a vice and no amount of Lemsip or Vicks was going to shake it. I kept the PJ’s on for the school run (don’t worry, I don’t have to get out of the car…) and then went home and slept for 6 hours before the second part of the school parenting duties. Pretty much repeated that for three days with handfuls of Stranger Things and Making a Murderer thrown in. Friday I finally managed to shake it and took my one part of my wolfpack out for lunch. Wagamama always solves life’s issues. I was set up for the a weekend of meetings that I was looking forward to.

And then it was 2am and Jesse was throwing up for two hours. Saturday was spent on the couch and cuddling him as he cried of tummy pains. I’m sure the Universe was telling me to rest.

In consequence I’m two blogs behind… which I will do tomorrow.

For now, here are some photos of my boy feeling a bit better today.

Comments

As much as I (and others no doubt!) love reading your blogs, don’t put pressure in writing more if you’re feeling rubbish! Take time out!

Hope you feel better. Love the feel of the images in this! Jesses hair cut looks mean!

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