After all the confusion about apartment viewings, realtors and agents last week, not to mention the stress of knowing what was the best thing to do, this week finds me feeling better. Phew, I hear you all sigh, no more neurotic Suyin venting her rage at these pages! I wish I was better at coping with things, not to be such a drama queen and so emo, as the kids would say.
It was a combination of the stress of where were we going to be living from the end of month and the time of the month! When I had my hysterectomy, perhaps I should have asked for my ovaries to be removed too. Dave says, at least before I had some signs of knowing when you're madness would end. My mum too was plagued by angry week- this is the nickname Dave and the kids have given my so called 'time of the month,' hahahha. She would fly off the handle at anything, there was no distinguishing between trivial and important... and guess what?? I am like that too. The joys of being a woman come with a price I guess. If I live till I was 75, and had an angry week a month since menarche, that would be 63 years X 12 weeks a year, this is assuming angry week doesn't last longer than a week! The grand total is 756 weeks, that's like 5292 days I will have spent being angry for no good reason! That's about 500o happy days wasted. Perhaps it's a big price to pay for being a woman.....
The math may be wrong though, do these weeks carry on beyond menopause? I am struggling to remember how my mum was and is.... my dad used to love provoking my mum during her 'angry week,' he would wind her up, and she would bite and bite hard, and all hell would break lose, and that somehow made my dad happy? Weird huh? Perhaps it made him feel like she responded to him, cared about what he said and did... love is blind! As I got older and realised what he was doing, I used to ask him why he insisted on provoking my mum like that and he used to say, I can't go to sleep until she's shouted at me at least once a day! I cannot repeat here what I said to him.
Redoing the math, lets say I'll hit the menopause in the next 3 years, so that reduces the number of angry days dramatically...35x12x7=2130 days, less than half my original number... is that still too many days to be emo and angry for no good reason? I would think that would be a resounding yes. I do not really want to be angry..or feel angry... it's such a waste of my energy...it's a negative feeling and sometimes makes me say and do things I wouldn't normally do if I was thinking straight, instead of having red rage to cloud over everything. Is anger ever necessary? Possibly not, can't really see any need for anger. See, when calm and rational, I can debate this, if I was angry though, I would probably shout my own arguments out the window.
Anyhow, our offer for the lease of the apartment for the next 9 months was accepted and we get the keys on Wednesday. We spent the weekend shopping for some essential furniture as the place is unfurnished. Delivery of beds, sofa, dining table this Friday, am excited! Bedding also had to be purchased as well as towels, a chopping board, 2 halloween baskets that were so cute the children decided they would be a necessity, and Jasmine actually took hers to bed with her! So, elevators to book for the deliveries, time to pack us here, ready for the move. No school for the kids on Friday either..... parents evening the evening before.... it's all happening this week. Before I end, have also got a lunch date tomorrow with the lovely Karen, they moved over here from Trinidad in July... finally, back to my ladies who lunch status!
Update on the elevators, can't move on Friday, elevators booked till 5pm on tht day, dang! Never mind, will have to find out what the alternative will be... watch this space but not too closely!
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