The Itch

Saturday April 9th

Ok so I am feeling beyond patient with my sobriety. I think if I actually had two babies to run after, squawking and demanding my attention it wouldn't be so bad. Instead I have had a lazy quiet weekend which would have usually resulted in me and your Dad finding ourselves in a patch of sun where the drinks were flowing. My Facebook page is filled with multiple status updates about afternoons in beer gardens, back yard BBQs, beach bars all fuelled by my favourite dancing juice.

Perhaps worse than that I generally have an itch about where I am and what I am doing. It's not the time really for a a big wake up and shake up call and yet I know when I have this kind of an itch it doesn't usually settle until I resettle. I love this city and yet my heart is craving for a different life style, somewhere by the sea, somewhere where the sun isn't a novelty, somewhere where balmy days in April don't make headline news.

This dissatisfaction is all a good distraction from the real concern of the week and that is the impending OSCAR test this coming Tuesday. I am dreading it. I am dreading the day, from the procedure down to those last moments where I am sitting waiting on the results. I so desperately want my babies to be OK.