I knew last week was going to be hard
Mamamia 3.0 had just gone live and there was lot of behind the scenes scurrying and hard work involved. I hadn’t had much sleep because of said site going live and my extreme control freakishness.
It was still school holidays and although I had Little Pencil booked into a camp that he was thrilled about going to there was a lot of juggling required to get him there on time and of course to make sure he got home.
There was going to be two nights of Passover. While we are not religious at all (and that is a post for another day) we are traditional so we were having two nights of HUGE dinners with insane amounts of people. I was having the second night at my house, there were more than 20 people coming for dinner and I was working that day.
So I organized myself. Lifts were arranged for Little Pencil, work was on track and I was going to spend the whole weekend shopping, cooking and preparing so that I could come home from work on Tuesday and seamlessly entertain 23 people for dinner.
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My mother-in-law’s partner, a gentle and wonderful man who had been partner to my mother in law for ten very happy years died suddenly. He was 89.
Saturday was spent at my mother-in-law, consoling her, preparing tea and cake for the hundreds of people who came through her door to pay their respects. I momentarily thought about how I was going to manage catering for 23 people on the Tuesday night but it was not top of mind. And when it worried me I thought I would cook on Sunday.
On Saturday night the phone rang again. My friend’s mother had ended a hideous struggle with a devastating disease.
So I never got to cook much, I never got to go to work much either but I spent time with my family. I sat with my friend whose mother had died and I didn’t worry about how I was going to organize everything.
It was a sad week. A hard week. A week that taught me that at the end of the day it’s not work or dinner parties or school holiday activities that are important. It’s family and good friends – they make the difference between life and death.