A sense of urgency has made me start, but it's too hard to write. My stomach is churning, has been constantly churning for the past week. There are big changes happening in my life, too big and painful and hard to acknowledge just yet.
Then there's the rest.
My 13 yo has not one, but TWO, parties to attend tomorrow. The first signals a move to night-time birthday parties by his peers. My son, being different, had a night-time birthday party for his friends years ago. It's more endearing when it's just one idiosyncratic individual and not the teenage mainstream.
Tonight a neighbour knocked on my door asking for advice. Me? Advice? The issue was boys on the cusp of adolescence. I mentioned this to my brother, who suggested I could get a paper bag and label it "advice" and have it ready to pass on when asked. Maybe not so helpful...
That would be the same brother who offered to look for the friend's baby lost through miscarriage.
To be fair, my brother is the kindest person you'd ever meet and his humour is generally well received.
