This week has been all about emotions.
At the beginning of the week my little girl showed her first signs of becoming a young lady. I don’t think I’m ready yet, is it really time for her to start growing up. We had a lot of emotion, in particular as she didn’t deal with it very well. I’m still in touch with a lot of mum’s that had daughter’s at the same time and their girls seemed to have coped much better. I don’t want to go into much detail on my blog but menstruation is not welcome here.
Then my second little Roborovski Hamster died. I went to feed him and he didn’t rush out to greet me like he usually does, so I checked inside his little house and he was curled up in a little ball, totally unresponsive. I was so sad, he always made me smile he was such a cutie, now both my babies are gone.
We’ve had some emotional stress from Boo who is sitting her SATs mock exams and coming home with tons of homework every day which she is struggling to finish in time. She’s been really worked up and my lovely little gentle natured girl has become very irritable.
On Tuesday I had some good emotions from going to see Cinderella, a ballet by Matthew Bourne. It was a very different adaptation of the old fairy tale, set in WWII during the London Blitz. It stirred up so many emotions but the one I was left with was excitement from such a thrilling performance.
On Wednesday I had to take the Little Man for an appointment for another problem that I wish we didn’t have. Sometimes I wonder why we have to go through so much as a family and the emotional stress I feel is just too much to bare. At the time of the appointment I was dealing with the stress of another family member as well as the Little Man and straight after I was due for another appointment with Star. It all became a bit too much for me and I ended up sobbing in front of the nurse. That’s not an emotion that I let take over too often but sometimes it just can’t be held back any more.
Today we have an appointment to say goodbye to our seven year old cat Salem. He’s been sick for a couple of months and we knew he wouldn’t get better, but we didn’t want to let him go until his quality of life was compromised. That time has come, we would be cruel to let him get to a stage of suffering. This is an emotion I really don’t want to be feeling. It’s going to be a sad weekend.
So, I’ve had a week of emotions, most of them bad but at least I had something very good in the middle.
How has your week been?