It's nearly 7pm and I've sat down for the first time today. Munching on a heat and eat lasagne and waiting to have my first cup of tea for the day. I'm thinking that I meant to bath at some point between getting my nephews off to the doctor and my mother to the British Embassy.
Here I thought that I would managed to sit down and do a little work in between helping my mother pack for the airport and handing her over to my brother to actually get her there. Well, that never happened either. I'm supposed to be blogging about yesterday, but that is such a blur after whirlwind day I've spent with my mother.
It started at 7am with one very sick little nephew and an exhausted granny (that's my mommy). Getting the boys dressed and psyching my mother up for the day she actually had ahead of her seemed like smooth sailing and I really thought I could slip in a touch of breakfast before we got tucked into getting my mother packed and finishing off her paperwork for her big meeting in London.
Um ... no .. I've never had such a whirlwind day in my life.
very long and hectic story short ... my mother's not super organised! There ... said!!
I can't even think about it ... but I'm so grateful that the Gautrain actually exists and that my brother and I could organise pushing her departure a little later so that she had more time to somehow get to the airport on time. She did ... She's there ... I threw my brother on the train with her and before I could heat up that meal of mine, she was there ... gonna miss my mommy!