Without knowing it, I went into hiding. I had too much to do, and not enough time to do one thing or another for any length of time, so that meant nothing got done. Things broke down and I was too busy to fix them, things just went to pot. And the builders are STILL coming and going at my place, annoying me and upsetting our routines no end.
All to often lately I sit down in front of the keyboard ready to write/work/email, and words fail me or the phone rings again. I’m surprised I got this far into this post really. Actually between this sentence and that one, I dicked around on Facebook for a minute, broke up a fight, and changed two nappies.
My writing mojo has farted its way out of my brain. There are a couple of reasons for this, the main culprit is life. It has to go on and sitting on my arse blogging about it isn’t living it, or getting the dishwasher loaded. I have had way to much going on. Still do. But then what’s new about that.
The other reason is that I can only write when I’m smiling. I’ve found very few reasons not to do so these past few weeks. I know we’re supposed to be grateful for all we have, your kids, home, life all that bullshit. You know the meditation done by people who really have nothing to be sad about but think they do, so off they go looking for the little things in life to be grateful for and post inspirational crap about it on Facebook – you know the ones. Pffft, walk a mile in my shoes, but I digress…
Our son Austin was diagnosed with PDD-NOS (Pervasive Development Disorder) a couple of weeks back. Yeah. I officially became the parent of four kids who are somewhere along that fun little spectrum called Autism. That is more than half my children.
I don’t write this here looking for pity. Actually I really don’t want to hear how sorry anyone is for us, because I know you are, but pity doesn’t help me smile. Wine and chocolate on the other hand…
I think you’d agree that I sound a little angry, and I am. I’ll get past it, I usually do. I may tear a few people a new one along that road however. Especially those who dare to ask (and I kid you not, this has happened more than once), why did we have so many children if so many of them are turning out to be “this way”?
A question that is completely pointless, what is to be gained from knowing the answer? I’m not going to justify our decision to have children to anyone, why should I? ? I think the question that needs to be asked is, why does one need to know? Where are you going with this? Are they trying to say this is all my fault for having so many children? I know a couple of people will read this paragraph and cringe, please know that I bear no ill will you just made a mistake, I just ask you to think about what I have said here for next time you feel the need to ask such a question. My smartarse answer belied all manner of hurt at the time. Anyway….
But you all know me, always looking for the bright side of things, and I’m sure there will be one. I’ll let you know when it becomes apparent
In 40 days I will travel to China. On.my.own. For two whole weeks I get to pretend I don’t wipe bums and snot all day, everyday, and may be a functioning adult capable of holding down a real job for all anyone knows. Boo yeah. There see, a bright side already. I might even start a countdown on Facebook
Thanks for hanging in there this far. xx