A week is a long time in the blog world so I am told, and that's how long its been since my last (and first!) entry.
I've done the usual things, washing, ironing, cooking and cleaning, with a little decorating thrown in for good measure. Actually "good measure" probably aren't the words Neil would be using if he was writing this. Our hall stairs and landing was well overdue some tender loving care, so on Saturday and Sunday we started to put that right. With all of the wood glossed and the walls emulsioned it was time for wallpapering. The wall opposite our front door was the only one we wanted to paper and with only five drops and one very short drop above the dining room door, it wasn't going to be that complicated a job. Unfortunately the wall also needed lining as it wasn't in a very good condition. I always cut paste etc and Neil actually hangs the paper. He says that he does the most important part, which I have to agree with, but I don't like to tell him that. Being the dutiful apprentice and knowing that the lining paper doesn't need any matching, I decided to measure the wall, cut and paste the pieces all ready for Neil to hang. He was pleased to see that this particular job wasn't going to take long at all. Fast forward to the first drop which went up like a dream........ and didn't reach the skirting board! I was giggling like a naughty child but Neil didn't see the funny side, especially when he realised that each of the other pieces were the same. Good job we had enough spare and that it wasn't the actual patterned paper. Thankfully everything else went well. I think the hall looks great and I am very pleased. All I need now are photos and pictures to pull it all together. When that's done I will post a photo.
This week was always going to be a difficult one. My daughter Sarah lives over 200 miles away with her husband and we visit as often as possible. Matt has to go away until at least next May with his work so she will be coming back home to live with us. I'm so lucky to be bringing her home to live as I miss her so much, but I know how hard she will find life without Matt for so long. For me, today feels very bitter sweet, for Sarah its utter sorrow. As if all those emotions aren't enough, my son has also suffered this week. He has lived with a lovely girl for a while now and he has been so happy. Until Tuesday this is, when she decided to leave. He is totally distraught and I really don't know what to do to help him. Just being here for him doesn't seem enough. I always think that a Mum is supposed to be able to make things right for her children and although I know I can't put any of this right for either of them, I feel a failure. I am sure you will agree with me when I say that when our children are hurting, we do to. It's the most overwhelming feeling.
