I'm working like a maniac and being appreciated and affirmed daily for the job(s!) I'm doing.
Husband is hooking new clients, building relationships and laying the foundation for a new future for his company.
I had that marvelous girls weekend ....
.... he's still recovering from a wild bachelor weekend ...
I had an exhilarating, exhausting, misty, death-defying, amazing walk up Table Mountain to celebrate a special friend's 40th yesterday ...
... and we've still got The Wedding to look forward to this Saturday. The best of times!
But at the same time ... Frieda's had her tonsils out and it's been a rough week for her the poor, stoic, darling.
Twelve words to tell me the puppy was looking at her yoghurt. The child clearly misses communicating.
She's missing school, and her friends, and jumping on the trampoline - but she's also been a total hero; colouring next to me while I work, playing games on the tablet, watching lots of crap, thinking, dreaming, cuddling with the cats. She's really handled it so well, but it's not been fun.
The worst of times.
It is weird that we should all be having these vastly different life experiences right now, but it's even weirder that we're able to - that the bonds of parent and child have stretched just that much that we can be experiencing different things, while still being so close together.
With babies and young kids when they're miserable, you're miserable. When they're not sleeping, you're not sleeping. The boundaries between your experience and theirs are virtually non-existent. Now slowly we're able to live our own lives, parallel but individual.