Getting Ahead of Myself
In the beginning of September I wrote about how grateful I was that my stint as a solo parent was only going to be a short one. When music broke up for three weeks at the end of last term, I told the teacher Ellie wouldn’t be back for term 4. I gave notice at Day Care and the kids had their last day on the 27th of September.
I thought that after our time together for Race Week we would be packing up and by now we’d be blissfully beach going, making friends, unpacking and, most importantly, being back together again.
Unfortunately, it seems I was getting way ahead of myself.
Instead of being back together as a family, I am here with the kids and James is there. I have a house to pack up and clean and three children who are under the weather and acting out because they miss their daddy. We do not have a place to move to and I don’t know when we will.
And this week has been a real struggle.
The combination of disappointment, sickness and feral behavior has certainly taken it’s toll on me. As a worrier I am finding it hard to keep the anxiety at bay; not knowing where we’re going, not being able to be with James, especially as the weather is not-so-pleasant there currently, the parent information night at Ellie’s school quickly followed by her orientation is fast approaching and I have three children who have no day care or other out-of-home activities anymore is not making for calm living right now.
I could very easily become overwhelmed so I am working on having faith that the right house will be provided for us at the right time. Which, obviously, is not my timing (something I am working on being accepting of).
But, man do I miss my hubby.