The outbreak of peace in our house continues. It’s brilliant. That’s the thing, when life has been so relentlessly crap for so long, it just needs to be less crap for a few weeks and everything is a complete joy.
I went to the Yorkshire and Humber Adoption Consortium annual conference this week – had a ball (I so enjoyed meeting everyone). I caught up with old friends in the pouring rain – brilliant. I spent two hours selling raffle rickets in a field yesterday, and even that was a blast.
Living in a state of near hysterical joy (for one never knows when it will end) means that things get done as there is at last time and head space to tackle Mount Must Do. On the Must Do list for this week was:
RING PLUMBER: heating has been malfunctioning for … two years, radiator has been leaking for …. five years.
RING OIL TANK SUPPLIER: oil tank is old and has cracks in it, which means it cannot be refiled. Current oil level = empty.
RING TREE SURGEON: massive tree has needed cutting down for … at least three years, but at last I have a certificate saying it is allowed to go.
FIX LAWNMOWER: broken for six months, state of lawn = dire.
On a separate Must Do list has been, lose some weight. Living in Trauma Central is bloody terrible for the BMI. That’s been done too.
In other news, Mr D has been building a summer house in our garden. He took some unpaid ‘I take it or I go insane’ leave from work last year and spent weeks in a happy bubble of woodmanship drowning out the crap with power tools. It’s almost finished, and it looks fabulous. I bought some cane furniture for fifteen quid in a charity shop and have sprayed it green (apple green, if you will). I won’t mention how much I’ve spent on the paint.
There has been a theme around our family for a long time about Rock Bottom. Mr R (trusty therapist) had been saying to me for ages ‘we often only see a turnaround when our children and young people take things to rock bottom and you need to think about how far down you are willing to follow’. It took me ages to see it but he was on the money. Both he and our family therapist C were also on the money as they helped Mr D and I to work out when we needed to shout ‘enough’ and how to do that as therapeutically as we were able. This process has played a large part in our survival of Rock Bottom and current state of flourishing.
I sit here typing and I can hear our family outside, doing their things, having fun in the sunshine. I’m going out now to join them. Things that were broken are being mended and it’s a complete joy.