Today was perfect weather for baking and this afternoon I had baked 52 fluffy white wedding cupcakes. Tomorrow I will bake the remaining 30 or so. I delighted in my baking tasks, all of which went like clockwork. Goodness me, my last trial only last week was a horrifying disaster but the hazards were eliminated and today was a breeze. My freezer now hums and bulges with trays of ready to decorate cupcakes. The cute baking cups are uniquely tall with silver flecks on sapphire blue. I picture them on the home made cupcake stand which is adorned with white rose trimming. A lovely thought but it will have to wait until Saturday.
Yes the wedding is on Saturday and everything was rosy and humming along nicely. That was until Mel rang me last night!
"Listen to me, mum," she cried.
I stopped in my busyness and listened. What horrid news was she about to dump on me?
"I am moving on Tuesday," she continued. "To another unit, just down the road!"
I froze, I could neither move nor speak. I could only remember the last two times she moved. The first time the Support Worker said he would help her move. At 6pm, after I had worked all day she had rang and said the SW was cooking the barbeque and couldn't help. I took Merv with me and three hours later with Mel’s help I had moved everything into her new unit. Everything was just dumped on the floor in boxes. It was such a mess I took Mel home with me before returning the next day to sort it out. It was another six hours later before the unit appeared liveable.
Twelve months later and she was moving again, back to the unit she had previously left. This time it wasn't quite as bad, but it still took many hours to sort out her belongings. I had rang my older sister in despair. She found me standing motionless amongst an avalanche of stuff, needing someone to encourage me. She didn't stay long, she was busy elsewhere.
Now it is about to happen all over again. This is what I said:
"Your brother is getting married next weekend; I am baking and decorating 80 cupcakes. I have so much to do before the wedding and even packing bags and cakes to stay at the resort for two nights is taking all my time. YOU CAN NOT MOVE THIS WEEK, do you HEAR me?" I repeated it again, just in case she didn't.
She did. She went very quiet for at least two seconds and simply said, "It's OK mum, I will move the following week."
I am not looking forward to it, but it's not about me. Every mum knows they just want their kids to be happy!
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