I had a few friends over the other night. Put my little munchkin to bed and made sure he was drunk with milk that he couldn't even keep his eyes open to finish the bottle. I ordered a pizza and everyone else made dessert. Sat down all together, let the kids run wild while we sat in at the dinning table (where by the way many great conversations have taken place) and we chatted away till even the mice couldn't stay awake.
Chit. Chat. Chit. Chat and I was telling everyone about my terrible history with the paediatric orthoptist at the hospital when I realised that I was reopening a wound that hadn't even healed yet. It felt like I was scratching at a scab and unfortunately I had successfully peeled that dried layer of blood off and I before I knew it, i had started to bleed. I broke into a million pieces without being warned.
I felt hopeless. That very moment I felt like I couldn't go on. I couldn't do it anymore. It was the last straw that I had to give and someone had taken it from me. I felt like my lungs were being squeezed and my heart was about to come out of my chest any moment. I broke. I broke and all the strength that I used to keep myself together was yelling it. That week I was also suffering from a sore throat and was croaking. So imagine runny nose, puffed eyes and red face make a nice crying picture... except when you turn the sound on and all you hear is a frog croaking uncontrollably as if cheering for the footy.
After a few minutes of what seemed like a fight to get myself together and stop croaking uncontrollably. I felt like all my armour had been shined although dented everywhere, I was ready to begin again. Which also, brought me to the the thought "hold on. I have no voice. I actually have NO voice. How am I supposed to be my son's voice and be serious when everyone around me was to busy laughing at my croak instead of concentrating on my words." So I did the inevitable. I drank an asian remedy for a sore throat. Pear, lots of blended ginger and lemon. Hold it! As much as colourful rainbow that might sound, it is really rather-stick-your-finger-in-your-mouth-and-vomit-because-that-taste-is-enough-to-kill disgusting. No lie. Try it if you don't believe me. Before you do though, let me know and I would like to see your face as you do it. =)
Chit. Chat. Chit. Chat and I was telling everyone about my terrible history with the paediatric orthoptist at the hospital when I realised that I was reopening a wound that hadn't even healed yet. It felt like I was scratching at a scab and unfortunately I had successfully peeled that dried layer of blood off and I before I knew it, i had started to bleed. I broke into a million pieces without being warned.
I felt hopeless. That very moment I felt like I couldn't go on. I couldn't do it anymore. It was the last straw that I had to give and someone had taken it from me. I felt like my lungs were being squeezed and my heart was about to come out of my chest any moment. I broke. I broke and all the strength that I used to keep myself together was yelling it. That week I was also suffering from a sore throat and was croaking. So imagine runny nose, puffed eyes and red face make a nice crying picture... except when you turn the sound on and all you hear is a frog croaking uncontrollably as if cheering for the footy.
After a few minutes of what seemed like a fight to get myself together and stop croaking uncontrollably. I felt like all my armour had been shined although dented everywhere, I was ready to begin again. Which also, brought me to the the thought "hold on. I have no voice. I actually have NO voice. How am I supposed to be my son's voice and be serious when everyone around me was to busy laughing at my croak instead of concentrating on my words." So I did the inevitable. I drank an asian remedy for a sore throat. Pear, lots of blended ginger and lemon. Hold it! As much as colourful rainbow that might sound, it is really rather-stick-your-finger-in-your-mouth-and-vomit-because-that-taste-is-enough-to-kill disgusting. No lie. Try it if you don't believe me. Before you do though, let me know and I would like to see your face as you do it. =)
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