The morning started off like your typical morning, trying to get kids to school on time after school holidays…………….running late!!

My little blonde haired, blue eyed cherub (DS2), first day of school decides……today is the day he’s not getting out of bed at the normal crack of dawn.  Nooooo sireeeee.  I could hear him thinking, she’s going to have to work for this one!  I’m going to make her pull her hair out by staying in bed till 8am because it’s my first day of school and she won’t yell at me coz if I get upset, the day is a hell of a lot more likely to be realllllly baaaadd!!  I don’t care if we have to leave the house in 25 minutes, it’s my first day and we’re moving at my pace!!

DS1 is nearly ready even though he’s unwell, coughing and spluttering (only going to school because it’s his little brothers first day – does that make me a bad mum?).  Then I get the muuuuuuuum call.  “There’s a spider in my room!”  Great.  Now I’ve got to spend time trying to ‘find’ (normally no bigger than a bee’s dick) said spider before he’ll leave his room!!  It wasn’t hard.  Right above the door, size of your palm, angry!  I hate spiders…..with a passion……until the end of time.  Hubby away.  Crap!  Only thing to use is outdoor surface spray.  Persuade child through doorway with chocolate (thank god they’re like me!) and turn.that.sucker.white!

Finally leave home (at 8:45am – 10 minutes till 1st bell – 15 minute drive to school – not happy Jan!) and the sky opens up.  Neither child copes with rain (it hurts their heads – don’t know how they stand the shower but not my sensory issue so who am I to quibble!) which means the ‘packhorse’ will be left to carry school bags and 2 boxes (yes, boxes) of books at the other end 😦

Thunder and lightening hits as we enter school.  Not a problem for us…..BUT…….the four legged child at home will force her way through (yes through) the fence and be God knows where by the time I get back.  I know I digress, but feel I need to explain…….Our St Bernard is shit scared of thunder storms, fireworks, blasting from the quarry and basically anything else that goes bang.  If we are home she comes inside so she’s not in it, because she will do anything to get out – and.I.mean.anything!  She moves huge volcanic rocks like they’re pebbles, has forced her way through Rio wire, will dig a well to go under the fence and even used her teeth to break the normal wire last time.  Her last breakout just before Christmas cost us $365 (first time eva in the pound, caught kennel cough, and the council fine has just arrived)!!  Suffice it to say, I was not exactly happy about the prospect of driving the streets to look for her – again!

Where was I??  Oh yeah.  Get the boys into school and finally breathe!!  Three hours sleep.  Didn’t lose my cool.  Everyone alive (till I find the dog) and they seem okay.

Pick-up for my little baby was at 1pm and his smile was priceless.  It was one of those, I’ve been good and I know you’re going to be happy with me kinda smiles.

Pick-up for my big baby was 3:25pm and his smile made my heart soar.  Didn’t get to speak to his teacher this morning, or find out who his aide is for the year, but he had a great day with no problems.  So basically…………

………….it’s a THUMBS UP all round 🙂

PS I found the dog – hubby wants to sell her to highest asian bidder……

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41° day, wife preserver (DH’s term for the air-conditioner) working a treat – after cleaning the filters for the first time since installation in 2003! Apparently they need their filters cleaned every 6-12 months to work properly – who would’ve guessed??!! Anyway, as I said – wife preserver working a treat, kids happy, house cool, on the couch watching tellie, power goes out……………yep, you heard me – power goes out. WTF!! Check the fuse box – everything fine there, sweaty palms, deep breath, change the phone over to OMG an old push button phone and call the electricity company. Recording – trees over power lines in our area – expected restoration time 5pm. What! Hysteria sets in. 5pm! It’s. Only. 3:20. How the hell are we going to survive without the wife preserver?!?!?!?! I know, I’ll put the fan on – duurrrrrrrrr – NO ELECTRICITY!!! Everything in our house is electric – water, stove, everything! Shit!!!!

Call DH in hysterics nearly hyperventilating to tell him the situation at home coz he’s god and he can fix this!!!! And you know what he suggests? Go to the pool!!! What’s with that? Go. To. The. Pool. Heeelllllllloooooooooo – major bush city happening downstairs!! Bathers – I don’t think so!! Then he asks what other choice do I have and after frantically running through my options (all my nearby friends are out!!!!) I numbly realise he’s right.

In the bathroom, shower running (no hot water coz there’s no electricity), trying to convince myself I can get in there – I’m strong, I’ve had babies for gods sake!!! OMG – major nipple erectus happening, quick soap up, quick shave (boy am I going to suffer for that one) and out. Dry off, bathers on, nooooooooooooooo! Wouldn’t you know it – didn’t clean up enough!!!! Shit. Shit. Shit. Moisturiser, more shaving (god am I going to suffer for that!). Thoughts of numerous discussions over Brazilians etc enter my mind – oh shut up! Too late now!

Bag packed, boys ready, time to put shoes on, phone rings, DH home in half an hour if we want to wait. Great, half an hour to think about the fact that I’m about to go out in public in my bathers – not a pretty thought!! Get to the pool, boys straight in, suntan lotion DH’s back, he does mine and he gets in. Me? Sitting there smooth talking myself out of my shorts, boys screaming mum! Mum! Muuuuuuummmmmm! Come on mum! Heads turning to find the awful mother neglecting her children. Guilty walk to the pool and into the water – after carefully determining there wasn’t anyone I knew there.

Lovely time in the pool, get out looking like a prune, towel around my waist, turn around to find the skinniest mum of my mothers group arriving with her family, haven’t seen each other for more than 12 months, me with bat-wing arms flapping in the breeze and her in her current fashion bikini!!!!! Life can be cruel. Console self with take-away for dinner!!!!

On a more meaningful note – the boys loved the fact that I had joined the three of them at the pool for the first time in probably 2 years. It was really nice to do something together. I was reminded how much I love the water and the boys were really happy. That my friends, has to outweigh all the other crap 🙂

OK, who’s got it??? I’ve searched the house from top to bottom. I’ve looked everywhere! I’ve asked my friends and not one of them has seen it! I’ve checked the garden, the rubbish bins, the boys room, my self help books and even asked the dog! I’m desperate and I can’t function without it so I’m asking you guys if any of you have seen my Mo-Jo????

Life without it has become unbearably difficult. All the things I was coping with are starting to wear me down. I’ve. Got. To. Find. It.

I can’t control my anxiety over DH’s health issues, dad, my stepfather (waiting on results from bone scans for bone cancer), muti’s health issues, major concerns with DS2 and everything that’s going on with him, trying to get my assignments completed to sit my exam and finding my house without my Mo-Jo 😦

So if any of you beautiful people have seen it or have some suggestions on where else I can look, please contact me – I will be eternally grateful xox

to 2007! What a year it’s been. Where does one start – oh I know, I’ll do my 1st ever ‘Christmas’ letter……..

Dear Friends,

The beginning of 2007 saw some major changes about to occur in Boneblower’s World. DH back to work, nothing new there. DS1 starting Grade 1 (2nd year of primary school in Victoria) and DS2 doing a 2nd year of 4yo kinder, 4th year of Early Intervention, 1 day at Childcare and both boys in Speech Therapy. Me, I was about to become a full time student and wasn’t quite sure how the hell everything was going to work.

Everything got under way really well with yours truly having the only real hiccup – how on earth was I going to live in two completely different worlds at the same time? Student vs. wife, mother, daughter, friend, support group facilitator, committee member…………………. OMG – what have I done!!??

Initially I wanted to chuck everything else on the backburner and concentrate on my studies, especially when DH was telling me this was the year to be selfish – words I’m sure he’s sorry ever left his mouth. The content of my dipolma was experential – meaning we got to ‘experience’ most of what we were learning. Lessons about self came fast and furious with not a lot of breathing space in between.

Before I knew it we were in Term 2 and then Term 3 – for them! My course went straight through with 4 weeks off in August which proved to be brilliant timing.  We got one of those 4:30am phone calls on Friday 31st August telling me to get to Monash Hospital as soon as possible to hopefully see my dad for maybe the last time. Thank god for auto pilot when it came to driving that morning! He had a tear in his aorta which needed to be operated on immediately if he had any chance of surviving and even then they weren’t giving us any promises.

After 12 hours on the operating table he was in a drug induced coma for 6 days – they were having trouble bringing him round coz his blood pressure kept going through the roof everytime they tried. Eventually they managed it and a week after that we found out he’s a paraplegic from loss of blood flow to his spine during the surgery.  He’s currently still in a rehab hospital doing well and looking forward to going home when the reno’s at home are completed. He’s in nappies and been told he’ll never walk again but he’s not letting that stop him from trying.

I’ve found it a little harder to concentrate on my studies since then and have quite a few (6) assignments to complete before the end of January. DS1 received an excellent school report for the year and DS2 is ecstatic about starting school in the new year. DH has completed half of his course in Cisco networking and done really well. He has been a god sent this year.

Reflecting back on the year has been hard – remembering all that’s happened (must be getting old), but I suppose the important things are listed. I know I could not have accomplished anything this year without my husbands love, guidance, patience, support and tremendous help.  The highs have been fabulous, the lows have been shit and the somewhere-in-between – where we spent most of our time, has been bearable thank goodness.

Love and best wishes to you and yours,

Boneblower

Don’t ya just love family! I finally got the ‘fall out’ from Christmas day. Picture this: nice peaceful day, first time in about 20 years since I’ve had Mutti (my mum) and Nanna (her mum) to myself on Christmas day without all the Riff-Raff (stepfathers lot), table decorations top class (wanted to spoil them) and a meal of family traditional recipes planned! Do you think that passed muster? Nup. I made Nanna’s pumpkin chiffon pie and sago plum pudding for dessert which neither she nor Mutti had eaten/prepared for years!!! Apparently I need a lesson in how to make pastry! I know how to make bloody pastry! I ran out of time that morning so used the frozen stuff (only ever as a back up – I promise) so the pie was ready in time! Last time I try to please the ungrateful wretch with her own recipes!!