Rambles from World's End

Not too long ago the Butterfly was having a “Just call me Terror” day. The morning began with a sudden inability to hear her mother, everything and I mean everything she was told or asked to do she just did not do. I would call her and would not even get the slightest acknowledgement, I stood in front of the television she stood up and walked around me, I switched it off she clicked her tongue at me and went to the computer. I’d yell at her she’d tell me to be quiet. I do find it exceptionally hard not to laugh when these things occur and that particular day the series and frequency of these events was rather amusing at first. Things did however start to irritate when she refused to get dressed, sit correctly at the breakfast table, throwing a fit when she was refused a sweet or throw her toothbrush out the bathroom window. So I eventually gave her a smack, which stung both of us because she was still not dressed. She was so mad at me for daring to smack her she told me to go to my roo

Nineteen weeks to go and it’s a girl! If you didn’t know that by now, where have you been? We’ve even settled on a name, and again for those of you who haven’t being paying attention we shall be naming our new daughter “Hollie Patricia” What has amused me most about this whole process of finding out the sex and naming her is the vested interest that so many people seem to have in the outcome. My lifelong friend was not afraid to voice her dislike of some of the names I mentioned, though it has to be said that some of her suggestions almost had me in therapy. You can imagine the pea cocking that’s been going on though since she discovered we had decided to go with her suggestion for the second name. I spent the first twenty weeks going on about not knowing if I want to know the sex or not and throwing names out at people just for their reactions. My eldest niece is now glowing with pride that we chose to go with her suggestion for the first name, it was not a name I would’ve chosen o

So I promised myself that I wasn't going to spend today hoping for tomorrow. For the most part I've done okay, I have concentrated on the now and what needs doing or what can be left. But with the Mauritian in South Africa for three weeks I didn’t do so well. I stared at the calendar every day and filled my days and nights with as much activity as I could think of. The Butterfly got so tired of going for walks in the mornings, helping mum with the housework or some other activity that eventually as we neared the end of the three weeks when I suggested we go play hopscotch I was told "No thanks I'm watching TV" In other words, "Go bug someone else!" I scrubbed walls, cleaned windows, even did all the ironing just to make the time go by quicker. I tried going to bed early, watching late night TV or reading till I fell asleep. Time still dragged its feet. My phone rang constantly with friends calling to see how I was doing, and as much as I appreciated the