So, nothing is ever straight forward. When giving rousing once more unto the breech dear friends speeches at the kitchen table, when those four times tables become too difficult - I stirringly declaim that nothing worth doing is achieved without a lot of hard work! But really, that's just a lot of lies to just get the kids to do their homework...
In reality, everything is completely random and pointless. And hard work to boot.
Yes, I am in a good mood today.
Ah, where to start? Poor elder son's wound turned mean and decided to get infected. Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you're all loosing your lunches reading this... and of course this happened on Sunday. Word of advice - if you're going to get sick on a Sunday, make sure you loose a leg or have a heart attack - trying to get emergency non-emergency (if you get me) care on a Sunday is fraught! We had to schlep into town to find a GP who'd see us... and pay 65 euro for the pleasure. But of course, what price your childs health?!?! Hmm... 50 euro?
Anyway... the other prodding, gouging thorn in my side is that at some point a few months ago, hubbie and I decided, after a huge amount of mind bending drugs obviously, that now was the time to move house!
The world economy was obviously at our drugs binge too, but dropped a little bit too much acid and has been suffering the most seismic bad trip ever, ever since.
In our remorse, we both swear we'll never touch a narcotic again - but we can't quite look each other in the eye, so embarrassed about what went on that night...
Time to be contrite Kavanagh style
We have tested and tasted too much, lover--
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child's soul, we'll return to Doom
the knowledge we stole but could not use.
(Full poem here)