Scoot, very sorry your friend's funeral was so sad, but I agree with what's been said. I think they can also be cathartic and a chance to remember the good, than focus on the illness. Love to you and his family.
I am better. Miraculous recovery last night. Must have been a 24 hour thing. Just knocked the wind out of my sails.
I am ready to cry with boredom. Actually cry. I mean it. I understand why teenagers vandalise things, because I feel like breaking something, just for something to do. Doing anything with A at the moment feels like hard work, with the lifting her and chasing after her. I haven't left the house for 48 hours because I've been ill/ tired and I have serious cabin fever. Am thinking of going to a free music festival tomorrow, but am wondering if it is slightly mad, given the advanced state of pregnancy. I can't even amuse myself for planning stuff later in the summer, because if the boy arrives on time, then we could go away for the weekend at the end of August maybe, but if he's two weeks late, then I could still be in breastfeeding hell by the end of August and not wanting to go anywhere.
And I have to go back to FARKKKKKING IKEA tonight after A goes to bed, because the cupboard they delivered is bloody broken. In order to obtain one cupboard, that will be one online order with two non-deliveries resulting in cancelling order, going to store to buy said items, collecting them, having them delivered from store, returning shelves (put on order by Ikea staff) due to being the wrong size, going to erect the sodding thing today and discovering one of the sides of the cupboard has been damaged in storage or transit and is broken almost in half. ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.
And having given me a lie in this morning (thankfully) DH has snuck off back to bed citing "early morning" as his reason, so having had nobody to talk to all sodding week except a one year old child and a monosyllabic teenager, I am now alone with said children again, ready to talk the wall. Jesus.
Do I sound deranged? I feel it.