When did all THAT happen?!

Holy crap! I haven’t written since APRIL?!
Well let me fill you in.

The last 6 months….                                                                       

1. I resigned from my job. Check.

2. We finished our house off FOR SALE. Check.
It only took us 6 years to finish!

3. Closed our business. Check.
That was months ago, and yet the paperwork drags on and on.

4. Had an early birthday party for a certain 5 YEAR OLD! Check.
Complete with a fabulously FABULOUS cake made by ME.

5. Had a nights accommodation, “meals” and antibiotics included, courtesy of QLD Health due to Pooey’s cellulitic face. Check.

6. Had 2 open homes & sold our house 4 days later! Check.
Thank GOD! Preparing a house for show when two small children inhabit it SUCKS!

7. Spent far too long mooching off enjoying the company of some very patient & generous friends in their beautiful home. Check.

8. Packed up the entire contents of our house/shed/industrial unit & squeezed it into a 40ft shipping container. Check.
I’m not much of a hoarder but MAN WE HAD SOME SHIT!

9. Threw away & donated SO much stuff we won’t be needing. Check. Mostly donated here, to a beautiful bloke named Barry.

10. Enjoyed far too much alcohol. Check.
What?! I’m unemployed now; what am I sposed to do?

11. Swapped the same shitty, snotty cold between the 4 of us for about 3 months straight. Check.
It was all “Fifty Shades of Green” at our place.

12. Cleaned the absolute SHIT out of the house for settlement date. Check.
Oh how I love the smell of bleach in the morning… and the evening…. or, pretty much all day.

13. Lost our poor dog to a tick. Check.
Miss G and The Sparky were all kinds of devastated.

14. FINALLY said goodbye to our Far Northern friends/family, packed the kids in the car and headed south. Check.

If only I’d managed to have a baby, contract some untreatable disease, and divorce The Sparky. I could have rounded out my list of “major life events” quite nicely, don’t you think?

Alas, my little list tells nothing of the melodrama drama of the last 6 months. The tears, mostly Miss G’s. The tantrums, mostly mine. The arguments. The physical exhaustion, mental fatigue, nervous poos. The nasty “too knackered to cook” food (which didn’t help with the nervous poos). The constant questioning- “Are we doing the right thing?”, “What if we end up killing each other living in that caravan?”, “Should I pack this?”, “What the feck are we keeping THAT for?!”, “Is this going to be good for the kids?”

But now the wheels are in motion, both figuratively & literally, and those voices in my head have quietened somewhat. This time next week I’ll be on the other side of the country; hopefully with a sigh of relief and a bloody great, big smile on my face.