Pretty crappy one really. Well it started ok, I photographed a beautiful 6mth old boy which was lovely. Then Ethan continued his onslaught to try and unravel me in every was he could manage. Man this two year old stuff is hard some days! And then there is GG.
She has just come out of Intensive Care, and is now in the Coronary Care. Hopefully she'll be strong enough for visitors soon. Only Brett's mum and her brother have been able to see her, and apparently she looks so frail, I'm not sure the boys would be able to handle seeing her like that.
Then there's my mother. And her 7.30am phone call to me, to tell me that my mothers day efforts were not good enough. Why is it that at 32 years of age, and a mother myself, she can still belittle me, and make me feel like a naughty child. What makes her think she still has the right to, and why do I let her.
So there you have it. This past week I've been a bad mother and a bad daughter. Luckily I've been a good wife, caring for the sick, being sick myself too with this terrible virus Brett bought home. And now I have to organise Friday. Ethan's operation.
We are only allowed to have two adults there, and no children. I had tentativly organised for Liam to go to either set of grandparents. When GG took ill, I knew it would be too much to ask Brett's parents, so I was assuming my mum and dad would have him. Look now, like he'll just have to come along too.
I was so hoping Monday was going to be a fresh new start to a good week.