Well, not a particularly exciting one. But I'm in training to Faff for Australia at the next Fafflympics, so I'll probably manage to find something to Faff about.
Home - place is a tip, really need to do some housework but it's too bloody hot. Things get slightly out of control when you spend one weekend flittin about the country in the pursuit of happiness - or sex - at the moment roughly the same thing; then spend the next weekend in bed with plague because your interstate friend made you sick!
The Brat - God I love this kid! We have had discussions about the timing of my impending interstate move. My plan has been to wait until The Brat finishes his apprenticeship, wait a few more months until he establishes a direction (ie overseas, travel round Oz, work in the mines and make a motza for a couple of years, or join the RAAF), all possibilities at this point in time. However it's becoming increasingly difficult to imagine waiting that bloody long. I know we live in an instant gratification society, but I should have grown out of that by now shouldn't I? The Brat is awesome about this. So awesome in fact that he has even said that if I need to go then I should just go. If need be, he will move in with my Mum.
****Disclaimer - Instruments or Burgers who have met my Mum online, please be assured that my actual parents do not post to the Blunt Instrument, although it must be said that my Mum is eerily similar in some respects to Mayhem's Mum!**********
That threw me for a loop I will tell you! It is the last thing I thought he would ever do, given that Mum is a little more rigid and paranoid about things like coming home, not drinking, more sleep less partying, than I am. Don't get me wrong, we discuss the situation when I think he needs to pull his head in a bit, but Mum will try to keep him on a much shorter leash. Of course he adores his Nanna and Pop, but regards them as even more fuddy duddy than me. I foresee tears, lots of them, from both of them! But how awesome that he would be willing to do that for me.
Another suggestion, if he's not ready to jump into a sharehouse situation would be for him to move in with his Dad. He rarely sees his Dad, and in fact when he mentioned to one of his mates earlier this week that we were heading over to see him, his mate insisted that The Brat take a photo, to prove he even had a Dad. Anyway, the idea was floated, The Brat thinks it might be a tad weird, but The Dad has said he would go along with it. In some ways it would probably be a better experience for The Brat, as living with The Dad, he would certainly not be molly coddled or overly restricted like he would be at Nanna's.
Work - driving me nuts! One day I'm convinced that the boss is planning to sack me, the next we are back to the easy camaraderie that led to him offering and me accepting this job in the 1st place.
The Man - he is still too far away! We talk on the phone nearly every day now, which is a huge leap from the 5 minutes once a week at the beginning of this latest incarnation of our relationship. He is not one for faffing on the phone this man, but has gradually become more relaxed with it, and we have some interesting, and some not so interesting conversations these days. Kind of like real life really! I keep thinking that once I've seen him, I will be okay for a while, and it will strengthen me to carry on with this horrible horrible separation. In some ways, after the initial separation blues, it does. But it doesn't take long for that terrible yearning to be with him returns. In all my adult life, if I've had a bad day, I've had nobody to come home to who will just cuddle me, make me a cuppa, just be there for me and make the bad stuff fade even a little. Am I romanticising the situation because I have never really experienced a proper living with another adult human being (as one half of a couple) situation? Probably. Will the reality live up to the imagining? Possibly not, but God I want to go there! And now, it's looking increasingly less likely that he will make it up here after Christmas as planned. I have an alternate plan in mind, which I am yet to offer until we both know for sure what's what with his work, but the timing will be critical and I'm not sure I can pull it off. Be prepared my friends for a serious meltdown!
All this talk about moving to Melbourne is upsetting the other member of my household. I have told my Brother that this is on the cards, and he does not like it one little bit! Tough titties, He is no longer a factor in my life plan. At 41 years of age, he is perfectly capable of living his own life, and I will no longer be held to ransom by his medical condition!
Well that's pretty much it, apart from the dog giving me serious attitude because I went away for a couple of days, then The Brat forgot to come home for a couple of days. She is feeling neglected, and she lets me know this by finding the biggest clump of cobblers pegs she can, and deliberately getting a squillion of the damned things tangled up in her coat. As a Silky - Spaniel cross, this makes for hours of fun, cleaning and brushing, then having to strap my wrist for a week because I can barely move my arm.
Until next time I guess...... I will keep you posted (pun intended) on holiday developments with The Man.