We have been learning about motion in the Madhouse lately, Jnr Madhouse has had all sorts of fun with balls and other objects and watching them move in different ways.
We are slowly covering the idea of gravity too but thats another post, over the weekend Jnr and Snr Madhouse built a wooden car, Jnr painted it and is having a ball scooting it all around the house.
It has lead to a tonne of questions about motion and propulsion and also alot of giggles.
Have i mentioned homelearning is cool.
Ok so sorry about the sudden disappearance thing is things have been tough here in Madland and ive had to refocus on my family and extended family.
Cookies
Ah i had better explain this huh,
Cookies are representative of your personal health, emotional and spirital.
As mothers we are constantly giving ourselves to others, to our children, our partners, our family and friends all these people take cookies from our cookie jar.
We constantly need to be refilling our cookie jar least we run out and have none for ourselves.
I did that, I ran out, I have been giving so much of myself to others i had nothing for myself nothing to keep myself going.
I had to take some time out for me before i ended up in a loony bin, I have been battling soo much this past year that ive been focusing on looking after everyone else and i forgot about me.
But im back, ive done some baking, i have cookies a plenty i feel refreshed, i feel stable, i feel full and im ready to share with everyone again.
Thank you for your patience, ive lost a few days worth of photos but will make up for them at the end of the year...
I ran out of cookies today, im sorry.
Ill be back when i have been able to restock the jar.
Peace
Sometimes things happen in life that really rock you to your core.
Unimaginable things that are always meant to happen to someone else but instead for some reason the universe is trying to teach you something, trying to tell you something and they happen to you or those you love.
Something horrible happened this past weekend that did exactly that, something happened to my dad.
My dad shits me to tears, really pisses me the fuck off sometimes.
Hes a strong man, a proud man, a man with old fashion valves.
A few hours before something happened i was pissed at him, royally pissed. He was acting like a complete ass not listening to anyone and generally being obnoxious but then a few hours later after the clock had ticked passed midnight we got a call.
A call you never want to receive at those times of the morning, a call that only means one thing.... something bad had happened.
My thoughts went to my dad, hoping and praying he was ok, i was in my car as soon as i could to see him to see for myself that he would be ok.
My strong dad he was not, hes broken, his pride, his soul, his heart has been broken.
From the outside he looks ok, he jokes, he makes light of the situation, he carries on but looking in his eyes you can see it.
Hes been shaken to his core.
I truely dont know what i would do without my dad, i just hope he can heal.
Physically and mentally.
I hope he becomes whole again but for now ill thank the universe for reminding me deep down how i feel about my dad.
Hes my daddy and i love him
