When the clock strikes twelve times today, it will be another day. Another day, another week, another year. Things should get better, shouldn't it ?
For Cheeky Monkey, things had certainly looked up. All the anguish and the fear in not being able to move on to another better place had vanished in a single phone call. All right, make that three phone calls. He is saved. At least for now, until the next challenge comes along.
For Younger Sis, I believe the change had also arrived. She has to take better care of herself and her babies. Most importantly she needs to put the babies ahead of her wants. Their needs will also be on top of all her wants. She must be strong. And she shall have to stay strong. Both mentally and emotionally. She must pick up the change in her stride.
For Elder Sis, she is back to where she had to be. As she naturally needs to be. She will need all her street smarts to cope with this change. To be more tolerant and mature. To be able to seek and heed advice.
And me ?
I just got rid of my old mattress for it to be replaced by a proper (super) single bed. That change do take some getting used to. I wish me the best in tolerating the lack of space. And the dropping of many pillows and bolsters in the middle of the night. And the biggest ever change ? To cope with the non falling of the high bed !