Time Out for the Mommy

Sunday morning in Kroonstad is quiet and cosy, Granny-B has gone off to church and Fa has taken Gioia to the shops to buy 'cigarettes'!  I have not been online to blog in well over a week. I keep inviting Inspiration for tea, but she is yet to make herself known.  We are in the process of buying a house, no easy feat.  The dates keep moving further and further into the year due to the sellers, now ridiculous loathsome, seller.  It’s like a food chain, we, the little people or bottom feeders have to dance to the beat of a crazy woman’s whims as she dictates when and how she will be ready to sign over her house, thereby affecting us all like a cascading house of cards.  She puffs and we all fall down and have to re-schedule and re-adjust and re re re! Johan is coming home in April, just long enough to help me pack a box or two, and then I, toddler in arms, will be orchestrating the biggest move of our lives.  I potty trained our first born, so this will be a walk in the park, right?  My time and headspace has been filled dictating hate mail, to my imaginary PA, to the dictator at the top of the food chain and emailing all and sundry for bond, transfer and moving quotes.  But, right now, in this minute, I am sitting on a comfortable couch rubbing my earlobes and feeling serene.  Its morning tea time now, I plan on having a G and T with my cucumber sandwiches, followed by one, maybe two, Valium poppers.  That is what Sundays are for, comatose medically induced naps?