Here's some pics from this afternoon while we waited for Dad to come home from his day in the city. As you can see, Ava's not too impressed with my antics. I just wish I had the time to do the ironing so it wasn't always mocking me in the background of my photos. I at least managed to crop it out of the majority of them.
My friend asked me the other day whether I was going ok. I think I am, but who really has the time to think anymore?This little person has once again taken over my life. I find myself enjoying the fleeting moments of solitude and yet I somehow find the cuddles with my girls equally gratifying.
I can't perceive how life looks for those Mums doing it on their own. For someone who was once such an independent spirit, I find that in motherhood I need people that much more. I need my husband. I need my mother. I need my support women and sisters around me. This journey cannot possibly be taken alone. By me, anyway.
So I totally appreciate that my Mum has come over every week to help me unbury the carpet of this house. She continues to sacrifice for this girl of hers, even though i've flown the nest and should technically be self sufficient.
So my house resembles a place of more order when she leaves, and a couple of surfaces even sparkle in happiness over their cleanliness. Her hard work helps me during the week as I struggle to keep this place livable.
She's a gem, my Mum. Here's hoping that our 6 kids have babies at different times so I can one day do the same for them.
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