What a hectic week it has been. Yesterday was all go with drama and happy wrapped up in one day. I was so tired last night that I simply didn't have the energy to blog. I signed the papers for my middle MM's apprenticeship yesterday morning at the ungodly hour of 7am, but hey I would have been there at 5am if that's what it took.
Oldest MM rang about the job yesterday and had to go down this morning to sign up with the job agency. They gave him a hi-vis shirt which is a good sign that they will be starting him soon. The woman who was organising it was away today so hopefully he'll get a call on Monday with a start date.
This required us to be on the road at 7.15am this morning because the job agency was an hours drive away and I had to be at work at 9am. Such is the life of a mother. So I'm pretty exhausted tonight but a happier sort of exhausted than I have been recently.
Middle MM sits his drivers license test tomorrow morning, despite not being able to drive on his own till next January when he turns 17, not sure how this works but the law is the law, even if it doesn't make sense.
Because I'm all done in and not feeling too wordy tonight, let me share something that a darling friend sent me today because this is too perfect for words not to share. Thanks Suzy!
In my next life, I'm gonna be a bear....
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.
When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake up to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business and you swat away anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
YUP, GONNA BE A BEAR!
Have a great weekend everyone
One day in retrospect the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful. - Sigmund Freud