Category: The Life of Lara

Mark to the rescue

I wonder what sort of uniform the nerd superhero wears?

There is still a few glitches (can’t leave blog comments), but I have my calendar back, and I have all my blog feeds! Normality is resuming, and I adore my husband. Not just for his good looks!

And tonight is results night. Pizza and red wine are on the menu, my friend Dionne is coming from Newcastle with her kids, and we are going to cover the kitchen in flour and dough while we wait for those crucial text messages. Dionne was in my environmental peace unit, so we are supporting each other.

And tomorrow I am teaching small children to knit. Give me strength!

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And here is a picture of a small boy playing an orange ukelele.

Dear Google

Please stop messing with my head. I have been trying to stay relatively stable for a while now, but deleting all of my data from my accounts (or just hiding it from me and giving me incomprehensible instructions for “fixing” it) is depleting my will to exist.

All I want is to look at my (insert expletive) calendar, and know where the (insert expletive) I am supposed to be for the rest of the week, and when I am supposed to be there. I’d also like some certainty around next week too. And I am pretty sure Squishy has a dentists appointment at the end of the month. Actually, is it too much to ask if I can have all of my data back? Please?

The only way I have been able to function since I got out of hospital and started to be able to look after myself again was to stay scheduled up to the eyeballs. Take my schedule away, and I am just a quivering mass.

Nothing doing

Enjoying uni holidays, spending some fun time with my favourite guys, and trying really, really hard to stop stressing about uni results.

And failing.

I’m turning myself inside out with checking my email 15 Brazilian times a day. My peace studies lecturer posted today that essay results would be available “very soon”, but I fear he is just messing with my head.

Concentrating a bit more on Inigo, and how he is coping is reaping rewards, with less meltdowns and more cuddles and giggles. The last 12 months has been really very difficult for my beautiful guy. As I begin to cope better with day to day life, I am giving more and more to him. I hate that as well as losing his brothers, he also lost his mama for so long. Yesterday, he mentioned my friend that is no longer in our lives (by her choice). She made Inigo a wall hanging for Inigo’s first birthday, and he has lost some pieces off it. Yesterday he asked me if she didn’t want to see us because she was angry at him.

Breaks my heart.