My lovely mum came
up (she has a farm down south that makes some of the worlds best olive
oil) Lets call her Nynie and she
brought her dad with her, my Pop, popperoni, popicles. Who is 88 and one of the most
amazing men I have ever met. The
boys adore Nynie and Popperoni. So Im super excited to know they are in very
capable and fun hands while Backpacker and I went to a 5 star hotel for the
night Nynie took the boys to the
Zoo and had to deal with a meltdown before leaving over a toolbelt having to be removed from peanut, which I know was hard for her to deal with to see him so upset over what for us is nothing is hard to watch.
She said the boys were good to be honest as
long as they are alive and well when we reunite I don’t care if Shrimples was
swimming with penguins and Peanut climbed into the lions den what I don’t know wont hurt me.
So Backpacker and I booked in to the hotel early bounced on the beds looked in every draw and cupboard and Backpacker sat at the inbuilt office pretending to transfer over a gazillion dollars into our bank account. We walked around the shops went for high tea and then met up with my AMAZING
FRIENDS! We all went Bowling, on to dinner and ended singing like rock stars at
karaoke.
So now it’s actually my
birthday I am 30 and I’m waiting for nynie to return with peanut and shrimples
cause I did really miss them. I’m
also waiting for the hangover fairies to go away! and the housework fairies to
come and clean this darn house cause as of tomorrow it is the start of all the
Assessments from the Autism team, and
I’m shitting a brink I really am. Super nervous and I get upset if I think about
it too much. It’s been a long time coming but its still hard to think of Peanut
with an official label.
Happy Birthday! Just wanted to drop a note that I'll be thinking about your day and I hope it all works out the best way possible.
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