Mab of Dream

I am getting more and more exhausted as time goes by. This evening I just sort of sagged and handed everything over to whoever was there to receive it.

Work was GREAT! There's a Summer School programme which allows a teenager to go to University for the week. There's a strict criteria on this programme, which ensures that those statistically unlikely to go to University, despite having the brains for it, are the ones on this placement. This means that Sarah has a lot of stick from pushy, middle-class mothers, who think that it's an outrage that their Florence can't go, when Jimmy from the estate can. *grin*

All of the places have been filled, but there is a reserve list and Sarah is really pushing for our kids to get places. She's so far placed 79 OVER THE ALLOCATION! So that's on top of the hundreds placed originally. Yesterday, she placed another three, each of which involved me racing down to the post-room to try and get it in on time. She kept apologizing for the work and cringing when she had to say there was another, but each time, I cheered. To me it's another one of our kids given a chance, and that's brilliant in my book.

I was on a right high when I got home. I danced around the kitchen cooking my tea; and danced at the sink doing the washing up. No music, but I was singing my head off... as you do. I'm quite cheap to entertain really. LOL Then I downloaded my e-mails and it seemed to be one request for energy or help after another; could you please do this, could you please do that. One of the poor Grovers made the mistake of e-mailing me to tell me to do more to help Cerr with WG. I wiped the floor with that one, though I did e-mail Cerr to see what else I could do to help her; she's e-mailed me back basically saying to slow down and stop doing half the things that I do do!

But the real crunch was when I called the Glastonbury ticket people. The wench on the end of the 'phone asked me to send my bank statement in, because they hadn't got it. I pointed out that it's been sent 3 times already and she said, 'Well, send it again.' I came off the 'phone with my eyes filled up in tears. I decided to hand it over to the Goddess and just on it, Cerr e-mailed! That answers that one.

In the end, it was Pixie in messenger who said all the right things and nudged me back on track. I want to be Pixie when I grow up.

After that, it just went yampy in messenger: me, Pixie, Roxanne, Anna, Cabochon, Osran and Georgia. I laughed so much that my throat hurt, my eyes ran (and I can't wipe them because of the contact lenses) and I couldn't type. It was brilliant tonic. That went on for hours, before everyone left except the WG Mods (minus Cerr). It just worked out that way, but it led to an impromptu Mod meeting. My brain was really fucked though, so all I was ask for instructions and give info, when called. I know that Anna was suss about this, because normally these sort of things are called on me having a meltdown/freakout, so it's unusual to have a Mod meeting which doesn't also double as Keeping Mab Calm. I was very much the passive Mod tonight, Cerr would have been very proud!

A great upshot of it was that I've finally got something to tell Jamie about the WG Jr's group. *happy dances*

yours
Mab
xxxxx