At the time of writing this, I’m currently living the week from hell. But, by the time I post it, this will be the past, so would have been the week from hell. So, I’m hoping that, by the time this goes live, we will have ascended back out of the 7th circle and be back on our way back to earth.
I do accept that this may be wishful thinking, and I should explain. Today is Wednesday, on Friday I have surgery scheduled, Saturday is my fae daughter’s birthday. She is having a party that I had booked before I got the date of the surgery. She is not coping with the idea that I will need a night away from her, that I had a preop assessment on Monday (seriously I was gone for less than an hour and she didn’t even notice I had left until I came back) and that her grandparents, who she loves will be collecting her from school – which they always do on Friday’s anyway.
She isn’t sleeping, not eating at home and had a day off school because it took me that long to clock that it was anxiety causing the issues. It was 11am on Tuesday morning that I got her back to school, and that was as much through bribery (I told her she could have a chocolate cake if she went). Add into that her favourite safe place in the whole world (the kids club at the gym) was closed for a day because the gym had a leak and they forgot to send out the ‘oh yeah we’re open again’ messages. We also got told we need our “short break” provision reviewed. Which was met with a gallows laugh of ‘sure, I can do tomorrow, or in 6 weeks’. So, tomorrow it is.
I am in awe of my daughter’s teachers this year, who are the only reason she has eaten this week; and relieved that they are so sympathetic to the struggle we are having. I am hoping that, once through this disruption, she will settle again. I have no idea how to manage the upcoming weeks without a driving license or being able to lift anything – including her – but we will burn that bridge when we’re standing on it.
For the moment, I am debating whether a general anaesthetic counts as sleep and if one night will make up for 7 years of sleep debt.
Raising the Modern Fae 