Frazzled

It’s been a demanding week with one thing and another which has mostly revolved around sorting things out for dad’s house move. Things are coming along as planned, the decorator has nearly done, and the electrician has finished the work dad wanted doing this morning. The carpets have been ordered at the beginning of the week, the cooker was delivered on Tuesday and the blind man is coming on Monday to measure up! Phew, I’ll be glad when he’s moved, of course I have taken it upon myself to take over and organise everything but at least that way I can keep a track of what’s done and what needs to be done.

The only thing is, in the past 48 hours it’s left me questioning things again, my mood has changed, I don’t know if it’s because I am just tired and stressed out with everything that is happening or whether it’s just a typical change in mood I am experiencing. I’m in perfect control of it, I’m just a little down in the dumps mood wise and want to just be alone for a little while instead of running around here there and everywhere, I just want to spend a few days alone inside my own home to recharge my batteries. I guess the come down from being so hyper and energetic had to happen eventually.

I spent some time today at mum’s grave. I took Sandy’s ashes, Sandy being our first Corgi who died in 1999 and opened his little box that’s his ashes have rested in for 10 years and dug them into the soil near mum’s grave, it felt right finally to put them together. For years we were suppose to take Sandy back to Dawlish beach in Devon and scatter his ashes there but we never got around to it. It’s funny but today would have been Sandy’s 21st birthday as well so it’s ironic that we did it today but even more so as I didn’t realise the date until I got home.