My foster daughter is headed our way to help us pack up the apartment. She has had a busy summer and been all over the place. But she is headed out of her way just to come and help out. I am so grateful. She has left “Stavanger” this morning, but it is a six hours drive, so she is still hours away.
We spent the morning sorting through the girls room. Even though the movers will not be here for another week, I have emptied the girls’ room of toys and cloths. I gave two big garbage bags packed with cloths to the salvation army. It was 7 normal plastic bags that you get when you go shopping. And for those of you that follow me on a regular basis, will remember me doing the same only a few weeks back (if not more).
The girls have too much cloths…I can tell you that they had 40 pair of jeans in their wardrobe…in addition to tights and other pants. I could probably dress a school class on a regular basis. But at least I have tossed away everything that I didn’t really use or that they didn’t really like.
I fed them lunch while I took a shower. It is quite warm here even though it has been raining today, so I was soaked after carrying “everything” out to our garage. We are having “tropical nights” over here. I couldn’t sleep until it had gone two last night, but woke up again after three hours. I was soaked….and I was sleeping on top of the duvet. So I moved out of bed and went to the living room and fell asleep on the sofa.
Leah woke me out at 10:30 kissing me and asking me if it was morning now. Lilly slept for yet another hour.
At about 16:00 we went to my mum’s for dinner. Lost track of time and didn’t return to the house until it was closer to 22:00. The girls are tucked in, but asked to watch half an hour of “Chestnut: Hero of Central Park). I agreed to it, but it will be hard finding our way back to our normal routine when it is time for them to start daycare again. But for now I am glad for them to sleep until 10:00 in the morning.
lauraandlily, thanks a lot regarding the dress. I made that a year ago and even if they used it for a party back then, they are slowly starting to grow into it. It is simply made from old bed linen that a friend of mine sent me from Oslo. The fabric is soft and really comfortable on a warm day, and you can wash it on warm temperatures so no need to be worried when they play around outside in them.
He called me a few hours ago and asked if he could come passed us to say “hello”. He was in Bergen to pick up (buy) a car.
I had a conversation with his oldest sister (originally my best friend before the whole family adopted me) when he called, so I had to cut the conversation short to sort the house out before his arrival.
It is a shame to say, but I have sort of lost respect for my friend as a person somehow. She has conducted herself really wrong while pursuing her attempt to find happiness. She recently married the man she has been chasing for two years, and while she ran after him she sort of abandoned her two kids. She even told her daughter (14 years of age) that she chose this man regardless of how her daughter felt about it. Her daughter had only met this man on a few occasions before she was expected to move in with him. So her daughter didn’t feel comfortable living with them so she chose to remain living with her grandparents, aunties and uncles while her eight year old son quickly adapted and joined them in their new apartment. Since the wedding she has not lifted a finger to get back the relationship she used to have with her daughter, and she has not made one attempt to bring her “home”. It is like she doesn’t care!
She has made an enormous amount of mistakes, and said some pretty disgusting things to her own family to get where she are today. She has hurt her mother and father to the maximum, and they have not been in the wrong. I have heard the story from so many angles, and the only story that doesn’t correspond with all the others is her’s.
I don’t even know how to answer anymore. As she refuse to share with me what she has done, but keeps blaming everyone else. She feels abandoned, but she is not the victim here…her daughter is. She grew up without a father, and new she feels that she has lost a mother too.
I can’t tell her that I know the “true” story and put her straight as she will attack everyone and create a tremendous amount of drama, and that is the last thing they need right now.
This situation has got me “lost for words”, and that doesn’t happen too often. I find myself rejecting her phone calls just because I can’t really talk to her without telling her what I know…but I hate seeing this friendship fall to pieces as she has been my very best friend since 2006. Her family is my family, and I hate to see how her actions have “fucked with everyone”.