|Out my front window...|
Maybe it isn't, but just maybe it is.
Things are still tough in the House of O. No work on the horizon. No contract payout agreement in the offing.
I've started applying for jobs, I'm selling on eBay and we are revisiting the idea of an interstate move.
The last six years of knocks has left me battered and bruised and completely unable to rise above the crap and well, quite frankly be my usual sunny self. I knew it would get to me sometime. My Mum says she can't believe I've made it this far without cracking.
The Little Man is reacting to the tension and getting into trouble at school. He's grumpy, he's teary, he's a monster, he's a sad little boy. It's so frustrating that his first year of school has been marred by all this drama. The me I wish I could find, would say "It will all work out, this crap happens for a reason." The me who is here right now says "When will we get a break, I just can't take any more drama or bad news."
It's not even the money worries that have pushed me to the brink today. It's the fact that The Workaholics Dad went into hospital last Monday and for six days none of his FOUR siblings (or his Dad for that matter), bothered to tell him. He found out on Saturday morning because he phoned his Dad because he hadn't heard from him and he answered his mobile from his hospital bed. His family just do my head in.
I don't have anything clever to say.
I just thought writing this down and posting it would be cathartic and explain in some way why I am still absent.
I hope you are all doing it a bit easier than me!