Mangled.

That's me, what an emotional roller coaster this is lately. All good though, I'm just not quite used to it all working out OK.
Sophie is proving herself whilst keeping me on my weary toes, she is however sweet and very touching, any disagreements seem to be settled in a very calm way....blimey!
Oh there is such excitement and flip flopping, our trip is coming together, I keep almost talking myself out of it and then she shows that she is really deserving of a huge reward.....this evening I had to remind her that if she wants this time away she has to keep plugging away at paying for it, our lives are not such that something like this can just happen, it isn't going to just 'be' unless we make it happen. She proved that she means to keep her side of the bargain and then said " I do not want to feel like that time my dad promised to take me to the Canary Islands and then at the last minute decided he would go with his new girlfriend instead" She has so many memories of being let down, she is as terrified that I don't mean what I say as much as I am scared that she doesn't mean what she is saying. What a pair!
Tomorrow I am booking the tickets , the trip is more important than new carpet, the house loses again ( poor old house, full of love and shitty patterned carpets!) When we are old and grey we won't care to reminisce on what flooring we had but 4 nights in.......HAH! you so thought I was going to say didn't you? I can't you see, it is a delicious secret until right before we leave, we don't get much excitement around here and when we do, we milk it and make it as HUGE and splendid and we drag out every possible snippet of fabulousness we can.
Anyway we will talk about this trip and ponder over every photograph for years to come, she and I.
So tomorrow we shall have tickets and then we shall start crossing days off the calendar and saving money to spend on frivolous things and christmas gifts for those we leave behind. Bribes for husbands who deserve gadgets that make his eyes light up, because my husband is a saint and stays here with noisy boys and positively encourages me to leave him. ( hmmmmm, let's not ponder on that point for long! I'm sure he loves me and misses me every second, in fact I think he sends me away because he so loves to welcome me back, yes that's it for sure)
So, we're doing good he girl and me. I rather like saying that.
Oh nearly forgot to add the pictures I took today of his very splendidness, Joshua, who cries if I talk to him.







And marvellous my husband may be but he does not share my desire and yea, even need for a calm and tranquil front room, a sitting room devoid of chaos and WIRES and endless STUFF, like speakers and sound systems and another laptop and screens and more WIRES......



One of these days I am taking photos of the complete mess that is near his seat, I don't go near it often because it makes my heart pound and brings me out in a cold sweat, maybe it will shame him to know this is on the internet for all to see, except it won't because a) he doesn't read this blog and b) he could care less, he has gadgets and can reach them all from his comfy chair. Mess? What mess? That there is all technology, that is, marvellous. Anyway look at that carpet? THat's so hideous who is going to be noticing a pile or 32 of wires? Nobody that's who.