Reality – Shit with a side of turd – Part 2
Things have been a little quiet on the writing-front *cue tumbleweeds rolling past*. Not a day has gone by where I haven’t wanted to write a blog post and give an update. I have held off until now – I didn’t want to prematurely post about what is happening and jinx the situation which is unfolding.
If you read my post ‘Reality – Shit with a side of turd Part 1′, you would be aware Hubby and I have become unhappy living where we are at the moment. We relocated here only eighteen short months ago, with a toddler and a very pregnant belly. Hubby came kicking and screaming. I have since realised he will never be happy until we go back, but when I wrote about this situation, there was no hope of it becoming a reality.
Well, how things can change - I must have done the opposite of bad things at some point to be granted such luck. Knights in shining armour have ridden in on their trusty steeds and gallantly placed us in a position to do what needs to be done. Go home. Plans are being made and budgets drawn up. Life will be lean. But the smile on my husbands face at the thought of being where he wants to be - Priceless.
I have been so preoccupied with our turmoil and the hope of fixing it, that my novel writing has stalled again (so much for my 50,000 words in June) and this blog has been neglected. We have begun the process of cleaning out and shedding unnecessary objects. I am trying to not get anxious about the enormity of what we are about to do. Although my moods have still been a bit all over the place, I am hoping Husband being happier will make a big difference to our little family. Because if he was to remain miserable and falls down too…what do we have left?
So please forgive me if I am absent in the short-term. I am sure I will be back soon enough with a post about how not to relocate interstate with two little boys.