liza is a colleague and a friend, and i have blogged about her many times before. her mother-in-law, dirk's mother, died on monday evening. you and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.
i got this email from someone close to me* today. names have been changed to protect the innocent. and the guilty..
Thursday 28 July……
T* woke up grumpy and nothing would go well for him. Eventually I got angry and shouted at him.
C* woke up miserable and cried/tantrumed and nothing would go well for her. Eventually I got angry and shouted at her.
A* was as good as gold as always, helped with the other 2 etc.
Then they went to the car so long, while I finished getting myself and the house ready to leave…….
Then A* CRASHED THE CAR INTO THE GARAGE!!!!!!
She is 7………
All she tried to do was turn the key so that the heater would go on to warm up the car while they wait…. My stupid instruction, but I thought she could handle it: she is The Responsible One.
Of course she turned the key too far – and started the car, which was in reverse gear, so it “jumped”, …into the garage wall and door.
It is/WAS a brand new – 3 month old
And now it has a huge ding on the back!
And I keep imagining what could have happened if T* or C* had been standing behind the boot at the time – they would have been pinned (CSI-style) between the car and the wall!
As any good mother would do, I:
- Thanked the Lord that no-one was hurt. (3 seconds)
- Said to myself it was only an accident and she meant no harm, wasn’t being naughty. (2 seconds)
- Let rip – into T* and C* for being so impossible the whole morning. Surely it was their fault? (7 minutes)
- Cried (30 minutes)
- Felt guilty for shouting – it is my fault after all (rest of the day/rest of my life)
- Cried some more as shock kicked in/wore off/whatever
- Phoned Husband*, went to assessor etc
So, how was your morning???
well, here is some more misery:
our very good worker, isaac, has been trying to get an ID book for a very long time, without success. on monday he spent a small fortune to go to pretoria in a taxi, to see if he could sort anything out.
while he was there, he was mugged in the toilet. they stole all his money. he tried to phone my man for help, but he has a useless cellphone, and the battery went flat. so he had to WALK home. from pretoria to benoni. a distance that takes me almost an hour by car. on the highway. it took him 2 DAYS! 2 days with no food, water, money, shelter or any means of contacting anybody. the man tried to phone him a few times, and even his family did not know where he was.
*edited to add: someone asked me why he did not go to the police for help. in the past he was held for 2 days in cells for being an illegal immigrant. he is not, he is south african. when he was eventually released, he asked where his bicycle and cellphone were, that he had when he was detained. they claimed that they knew nothing. the police had stolen his phone and his bicycle. this is not his only bad experience with the police. so, he does not trust them, and will never go to them for help.*
this is a man who is gentle and shy and quiet and dependable. he cannot afford this, and certainly does not deserve it! my heart breaks!
on tuesday at around 6pm, the local supermarket where i pop in for groceries 2 or so times a week, and where almost everyone i know pops in regularly too, was robbed at gunpoint by 22 odd armed robbers. it seems that many shots were fired, and some were injured, and lots of cash was stolen.
i have been reading and hearing of a lot of people for who this was a very difficult week. people dying, people crying. people who's kids are causing them great heartache and worry. people who's finances and marriages are dangerously close to collapse.
and i realise how blessed i am, and how much i have to be grateful for...
jacki janse van rensburg - SCRAPPIN TIMES scrapbook shop, benoni, gauteng, south africa