- a set of pan pipes.
- an xylophone with woodworm
- a tramp's harmonica
- a burnt down fence
- a row of condemned houses
- granola crumbs
- toasted almonds
This list could go on (feel free to add your own description in the comments).
I have been to the dentist a couple of times in the last couple of months. I've had two wisdom teeth removed that left me looking like the Elephant Man for a couple of days. I'm due to go for a filling in the next couple of weeks. And with all this work, why am I still a poster girl for British Teeth? Now you may read over my list again and know that I'm referring to my teeth.
I suppose it's not THAT bad. But my face certainly feels like it's been used as an apprentice welder's bench of late and I don't look anything like an 'after shot' of someone who has had dental work done.
In other news, I enrolled the Egg for school. She will start in the middle of August. I'm excited for her to start school - she's so ready for it. And I've looked forward to the next phase in my life where all the kids will be at school.
I can't believe that time is nearly here. And I'm surprised that I'm feeling quite emotional about it. I think it's a lot to do with the fact that this is a new chapter in not only Esther's life, but mine too. No more kids at home. And I won't deny that it will be great to allow me to work on my fledgling business, but it also means that for 6 hours a day, five days a week, I won't be needed in my capacity as 'Mum' anymore. And that almost panics me. Because that's how I'm defined. And i know I still am... but... Pfft. Yanno. Perhaps I need to hire an interpreter to decipher my thoughts and feelings and type them out for me. They would only need to work a 10 minute shift.
In the meantime, as i try to gather my own thoughts on this unfolding experience, I suggest you go brush your teeth and floss, lest you find yourself having to type out a blog post on how your teeth resemble a mouth full of gravel.