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I haven't been around for ages. I have very little time but I thought given I've just spent a raft of that precious time reading up on how other people are going, I might give you the briefest synopsis of my life at present.
Then I'll probably disappear again.
The next two months are hell on legs. My sister has decided to get married at my farm which would be lovely if she wasn't also pregnant and hell bent on being married before the baby comes (why, I ask, would you bother?). Therefore, said wedding is at the end of November. We found this out two weeks ago. (note to Daharja - hope all is going well. When you're done with it, can I have my pregnancy and childbirth book back to give to my sister? Thanks.)
Robert is going to India for two weeks with work which means I am screwed for work (he looks after Isaac two mornings a week). It also means he won't be around to work on farm-wedding for two weeks.
Isaac's family day carer has a four week college placement so I've just had to find someone else to take care of him. The new lady seems nice, if a little insistent on solid food (he's started but it's more of a novelty than an actual meal).
I've realised I can't cope with working two jobs, a six month baby, a farm-wedding, exclusively breastfeeding said six month old baby and life in general. So, the only thing that can be cut is one of the jobs. In the process of doing so. Don't yet know if I have the intestinal fortitude to go through with it.
Have decided I must, must, must live in the country. Don't like the city, but most of all don't like neighbours. Don't want to live where people can see or talk to me unless I invite them to see or talk to me. So there. Am hoping to go look at a potential property tomorrow (of course, we already have Red Lion but I'm already starting to feel that the five acres there is too small. I can see neighbours. You know how I feel about that).
For some reason Isaac, who has slept at least three or four hours at a time at night since we brought him home from the hospital, has started waking up every one to two hours. This I do not like.
I have finally started getting ideas for stories. I have always wanted to write but didn't know what to write about. Now it flows. I always thought it might after the little man came along. A greater depth of experience and all that.
I'd like to have more babies. Heaps more babies. But I am held back by the need to buy a 'people mover'. Couldn't stomach that. So looks like our family will be curtailed by the size of the average family car. Unless we all ride ponies . . .
I will have horses and I'll have them soon.
Baby is waking. Must go.
Then I'll probably disappear again.
The next two months are hell on legs. My sister has decided to get married at my farm which would be lovely if she wasn't also pregnant and hell bent on being married before the baby comes (why, I ask, would you bother?). Therefore, said wedding is at the end of November. We found this out two weeks ago. (note to Daharja - hope all is going well. When you're done with it, can I have my pregnancy and childbirth book back to give to my sister? Thanks.)
Robert is going to India for two weeks with work which means I am screwed for work (he looks after Isaac two mornings a week). It also means he won't be around to work on farm-wedding for two weeks.
Isaac's family day carer has a four week college placement so I've just had to find someone else to take care of him. The new lady seems nice, if a little insistent on solid food (he's started but it's more of a novelty than an actual meal).
I've realised I can't cope with working two jobs, a six month baby, a farm-wedding, exclusively breastfeeding said six month old baby and life in general. So, the only thing that can be cut is one of the jobs. In the process of doing so. Don't yet know if I have the intestinal fortitude to go through with it.
Have decided I must, must, must live in the country. Don't like the city, but most of all don't like neighbours. Don't want to live where people can see or talk to me unless I invite them to see or talk to me. So there. Am hoping to go look at a potential property tomorrow (of course, we already have Red Lion but I'm already starting to feel that the five acres there is too small. I can see neighbours. You know how I feel about that).
For some reason Isaac, who has slept at least three or four hours at a time at night since we brought him home from the hospital, has started waking up every one to two hours. This I do not like.
I have finally started getting ideas for stories. I have always wanted to write but didn't know what to write about. Now it flows. I always thought it might after the little man came along. A greater depth of experience and all that.
I'd like to have more babies. Heaps more babies. But I am held back by the need to buy a 'people mover'. Couldn't stomach that. So looks like our family will be curtailed by the size of the average family car. Unless we all ride ponies . . .
I will have horses and I'll have them soon.
Baby is waking. Must go.