I was getting better there with posting, but then I got a call from my previous work and they wanted me to help out for a few weeks. Seven weeks later and it’s been a little hectic around here. I feel like I’ve barely got time to breathe anymore. Also doesn’t help that we are down two computers as both our desktop and netbook went kaputski within the same week and now we’ve commandeered FenFox’s clunky old box to get by. Bring on our tax return and a new computer!
Lot’s of stuff going on around here. I am job hunting, not as easy this time around, when I’m looking at part-time and set days each week. Not much around that fits the bill, and competition is fierce. There’s the larger overbearing issue of what I am going to do with my life too, still unresolved.
McBean has been through a wildly naughty and traumatic (for us) stage, where he was being a bugger about sleeping, waking up sobbing inconsolably every day and every nap and getting up to as much deliberate mischief as he could manage. He’s now being lovely and practically angelic (for him), he is a delight to be around which is so very nice. He’s been to a paediatrician about his delayed speech and she is investigating. Had his hearing tested, concluded he has adequate hearing for speech development, so we’re now facing a full developmental assessment. More on that later. His speech is progressing slowly without further assistance so far, but we’ll see.
FenFox is getting more and more tweeny. Had a little cry at the breakfast table this morning because the art teacher had “abused” her about her poorly made clay pot, which required a quick pep talk from Clark. Mostly FenFox is so like R1 that it’s absurd, and then, like this morning, she’ll display an outstandingly Clark-like quality, such as getting upset that she is not good at doing something (like working with clay). The mind boggles sometimes. You just have to keep reminding them that in the grand scheme of life, the practical application of making pots by hand out of clay is not so important, and that you just need to move on through these little trials. They get so bogged down in the minutiae of their lives.
Clark is beavering away at work. She’s doing a lot of training for child inclusive practice, she’s off to a conference in Darwin in a couple of weeks, she’s got some research ideas for a paper she wants to write. It’s all happening for her. Full time is a hard slog though, so I’ll be glad when I finally secure something which means she can drop a day.
Election is upcoming, much discussions about that. I worry that the mad monk will scrape in, somehow. No matter who I talk to they are disparaging about him, and yet the polls are still close. I guess I’m lucky that I don’t associate with the caliber of people who vote Liberal. Disappointed in JG and her same-sex marriage stance, still hope that she gets in. What’s the alternative in any case? Shudder at the thought.
Election night we have plans with close friends, it will be her first time she can vote since recently becoming a citizen and the last time we’ll see them for a very long time, as they are moving to France in a couple of weeks. We’ve know it was happening for so long, but it feels that it’s snuck up on us, and we’re no where near ready to lose them. Every time we go over (which is often because FenFox is spending practically every spare moment with her best friend before she goes) the house is emptier and emptier, and it becomes more bleak and real. Hopefully at least the election will be good news, so we can bid them farewell without the specter of the mad monk and the xtian right hanging over the country.
