It's Been a While...

I sometimes wonder if my life is a soap opera..  A comedy..  A drama...  Or just another usual life, on this planet, we call earth.

I've been quiet for a while.  Between moving house, going home for Christmas, New Years, my birthday and work, which is insanely busy, I am just cruising along trying to do the best I can.

Moving into my new home hasn't all been sailing.  I didn't realise how awful body corporates can be when it comes to unit living.  Ouch.  I won't bore you but it ain't pretty.  There is always one..  Or two..  In this case, two...  Who both happen to live on my floor..  I am sure you will hear more about them at some point.  If I can be bothered talking about them.

My mum's health got progressively worse between Christmas and the last few weeks so she is now in permanent care.  Heart breaking but necessary.  My mum is 68.  That is way too young to be in permanent care.  I hope to be out playing golf, travelling the world at 68.  Not stuck in an aged care facility where they "may" or  "my not" get their medication on time (for Parkinson's this is imperative) because they have 70 people to distribute medication to (I am in no way slamming the care facilities, I am slamming the government for under funding for our aged population).

And today I officially withdrew from the foster to adopt program.  It's a really hard slog.  I have lived on tender hooks for 14 months.  Not sure when things would happen, if at all.  I started the process properly a few months ago, then it started, then slowed down and then everything happened with mum and I had to make a choice.  So I made the choice to withdraw.  Broke my heart.  I will never be a mum.  And yet anyone can have children.  They don't have to go through assessments, interviews that last for hours, days of training, obtaining a first aid certificate, planning a bush fire escape, in detail, looking into schools. The list goes on.  Again, I am in no way slamming the organisation I went through, I am sad that the government makes it so hard.  I had a lot to offer.

And then there is Poppy.  My new kitten who brings so much joy to my life and to Lily's life (my spoilt Ragdoll).

And then there is the fact my job is a total pain in the ass BUT due to workplace flexibility, I get to go home to see my dad over Easter and instead of having to fly in and out in 3 or 4 days, I get to spend 11 days there - working for the non public holidays.  So as much as it is a pain in the ass, I persevere. 

This is not a whine.  It is just fact.  I think everyone goes through it.  It is just my way of explaining it.

Till next time.

Axx