Crazy compulsion

It’s been quite the week and there hasn’t been much time for blogging. Oh, and AAAARGH I pressed publish on the draft blog I wrote last night so if you’re a subscriber you got the early version in your inbox.

FFS.

I drove to Newcastle to see my ailing dad on Tuesday.

I’ve been exiled from DD’s place since last Saturday because he’s still totally wiped out by influenza A.

I’ve also had the eldest staying with me since an Australia Day mini-break with my ex. We went out for pizza together on Tuesday night and his dad came over on Wednesday for a last meal before he returned to Melbourne.

I was running way behind on Drinks Digest this week, which shouldn’t really matter because it’s a hobby that makes zero dollars, but I feel a weird obligation to keep sending out a newsletter each week.

That crazy compulsion left me feeling very guilty on Wednesday when I was tapping away at the computer and the eldest announced he was having an early night.

What was I THINKING? I should have been bonding with my child before they left. Idiot.

I slept very badly that night due to raging anxiety over my dad, mother guilt and an email war I am having with a photo agency. I woke well before dawn, then drove the eldest to Central Station at 7am to catch a bus to Melbourne.

Blimey, what a wretched transport option – a 12-hour bus trip.

It was originally booked so the eldest could break the journey with a visit to his paternal grandparents, but they are not well.

The bus company sent a message before the 7.45am departure to say the bus would be unmarked … oh-kay … and that there may or may not be wifi … oh-kay … depending on which bus they managed to beg, borrow or steal (they didn’t say that bit).

Sounded totes slick and professional. But the eldest texted late last night to say he’d arrived safely. Phew. That was one good thing after an exhausted, teary day.

The apartment is very lonely without him.

DD is hoping to rally tonight to see a gig without me, so we won’t be reunited until Saturday, although the evening will be spent working the room at his university reunion.

We had hopes for a swim together on Sunday, but rain is forecast … and those pesky sharks keep patrolling the shoreline. I see some couch time in our future.

Hope you have a good weekend. I will be glad to slow down (a little) and try to focus on the stuff that really matters.

Song of the day: Fatback Band “Do the bus stop”