The far side of sanity, Up in them thar hills, United States
About me? Well shucks… here I go then.
I used to live in Australia, but then I decided I didn’t want to be there anymore, and I wanted to come home. so I came back to the beautiful Northern California foothills to be closer to my son. I married the boy next door in August of 2013, and in June of 2016, we moved to the gorgeous North Georgia Mountains and I couldn’t be any happier. Well, I could be, I guess, if I could just figure out how to get my first cup of coffee into me, without actually getting out of bed. And if I could have more cats. And some more chickens. And maybe a baby pig. Life would then be perfect.
Because if we do, my day will start a little earlier than I want it to... and my sanity hangs in the balance, I'm tellin' ya. So let's just whisper, okay? Lean close, so I don't have to raise my voice.
This is the final week of school holidays, and we're actually into "hump day" today, but I think that term is a bit relative, considering what starts tomorrow night. I've been up to my eyeballs in kids for a week and a half now, and although I have to admit that they've all been excellent, I've just about reached the end of my tether, you know what I mean?
Cooking, cleaning, tidying, scrubbing, replacing toilet paper 27 times a day, emptying the garbage bin twice or even thrice a day, breaking up arguments over a lousy plastic tractor and cow... I want on the computer, no I want on the computer, it's my turn now.Taters... Clinton is laying on the floor again and he snatched the balloon off Jesse and can I have some of that chocolate cake we made?
Whine, whine whine... And that's more me, than it is the kids...
I'm tellin' ya, my get up and go has got up and went.
And what's coming tomorrow night? OMG, I don't know if I'll survive the coming days! Well, I will, because I do... but surviving with my sanity intact, is something else altogether.
Tomorrow night, I get a family of 5 children, and I get them for FOUR (oops, I forgot we're whispering ) four bloody days, while the parents head to Queensland to see the dying grandpa. They're all good kids, excellent kids in fact... but because they're kids, they act like kids. And they need to be tended to, and fed on a semi-regular basis. For four bloody days!!!
Thankfully, my part-time-permanent care child leaves at 5 o'clock Thursday night, to be put into a respite facility for a couple of days... so that's one less hungry mouth to worry about.
And then I'll no sooner get this looong nerve-wracking, yet joyous weekend over and done with, and my regular work-week will start all over again. Minus school aged kids of course., so less cooking in the kitchen and less changing of toilet rolls...