Thursday, January 29, 2009

A BIG BIG day....

Toto started high school today. He has gone from his local primary school, which is within walking distance, to a Cathedral College in the centre of the city. And I swear the boy I caught public transport into the city with this morning, was a young man when he arrived home.

Toto on his first day of Kindy in 2002

Toto on his first day of High School in 2009

Exhuasted from carrying every single textbook for the year in his backpack

Contemplating the beginning of the next phase of his life

Oh. He loved it. Thank goodness.

Some holiday snaps...

I should SO be asleep. But I'm not. Too much going on in this noggin (Aussie slang for brain) of mine. So here are some more holiday snaps.






Tuesday, January 27, 2009

We're ba-ack....

Phew. It was wonderful weather... stunning location... great fun..... but hard work too. Poor Boo was ill with a tummy virus that lasted for the whole second half of the holiday. This meant that the three of us stayed indoors and close to the ... umm ... loo (poor thing would DIE if he knew I was blogging about this).

And they're still not really old enough to help me with the major logistical stuff ... like packing the car and putting on bike racks etc... so the effort of coming home has exhausted me.

That, and the fact that I had to spend another 4 hours on the affidavit tonight in order to get it ready for my meeting with the lawyer tomorrow morning.

Oh, and that DH has objected to a complaint that I lodged, and won, with the Child Support Agency. Not even to do with his assessment! He has lodged his complaint with the Social Services Tribunal which means a whole 'nother round of statements, lodgements and hearing dates.

Seems like this morning when I woke to the sound of the waves breaking on the beach was a million years ago.


Thursday, January 15, 2009

Introducing.... The Letter M....



My wonderful crazy friend Lorrie from Our Name Is Blog (who will always be famous in my home for sending my whatever clock to me airmail!) *breathe* , had this wonderful post on her blog.

Of course I put my hand up for a letter... and was issued with the Letter M.

The rules are ..... hey it's actually way simpler than that! I just have to list 10 Favourite Things that begin with the Letter M.

Here goes...

1. Mess. The simple fact of parenthood means that I have had to learn to embrace mess. Don't get me wrong... I can happily ignore a pile of clothes on the clothes horse in my bedroom, but it's taken me ages to learn to love the mess in the boys' room. Except the day before the cleaner is coming. And then I need to remind myself that I would be worried about my boys if they were clutter-free and organised.

2. Mum. Wow. Were would I be without my Mum?

3. Motherhood. I am so lucky that I get to live with my boys. As you all know, my world has been a bit challenging lately. They are my constants.

4. Manual setting on my DSLR camera. Now that I know how to use it properly, it's opened a whole new world up to me.

5. Mac. ALL things Mac. I'm unashamadly a Mac junkie. And I'm counting down the weeks until I can get another iPhone (did I tell you that my iPhone became an iBrick in July?).

6. Music - Mozart, Maroon 5, Matchbook Twenty, Me'Shell Ndegeocello, Mike Oldfield, Missy Higgins to name but a few favourites starting with "M".

7. Mystery. You know.... in that we have no idea what life will deal out to us tomorrow or the next day or the next year blah de blah. I know I've done a fair bit of venting here on my blog lately, but I absolutely know that this is just a difficult period. The mystery of life is that there is always good around the corner. Even when it's hard to imagine.

8. Mammals. Kangaroos in particular. The only kangaroo I ever saw while I was growing up was "Skippy" (on the telly). But for the last 6 years my boys and I have made friends with the kangaroos that live in the National Park that borders our holiday camp. They sleep in the National Park, but come to the camping ground every morning and evening to scrounge food and neck-scratches from the thrilled holiday makers. One of them bounds up to greet Toto every year.... sometimes with a new Joey in her pouch! They stick near our cabin when we're there and like sitting about 3 feet away from us... just watching.... and occasionally ambling over for a back scratch.

9. Memories. I feel as though I have so few. I'm not sure if it's because of the depression or the medication for the depression, but I struggle to remember even quite recent things sometimes. Perhaps that's why I take so many photographs. Anyway, the memories that I do have are double-y precious to me.

10. Mandarins (eating them on the beach on a hot summer day). Nothing beats it. The sun beating down, salty-crusty skin from swimming in the sea, mandarin juice dribbling down your sandy face and hands. Yum!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Gratitude... the dark side...

Kim has started a gratitude journal. I'm so jealous! It's a great idea and I NEED to do that right now to focus on all that's good in my life.

But first... I have a few entries for the RESENTMENT journal that I have to get off my chest.

1. I'm so bloody resentful of the fact that you sever all contact between me and my boys when you have them. Excuses like "I don't listen to voice messages" "You should have left a text" "I didn't get your text" "I wanted a few days without checking my phone" "I don't answer Private Numbers" just don't wash. You're a bastard for a million and one things, but this one is just unnecessary and cruel to THEM as well as me.

2. Your inconsideration and selfishness flashes in FLURO when you send me an email telling me.... yes TELLING ME... when you'll be having the kids, and then a text TELLING ME you'll be dropping them off two days earlier. Only you don't mention the fact that it's two days earlier... you just say Tuesday instead of Thursday. You do this a lot.

3. It drives me insane that you lie. All the time. And although this should make it easier for me to prove to a Child Support Agency representative, or a Family Court Magistrate that you are a lying piece of trash... it doesn't. Most people, in my opinion, like to believe other people. And you present well. You have perfected the "poor neglected father who would have loved to have been with his children growing up except that his ex-wife was such a horrible monster (she was hospitalised with post natal depression nudge wink) who made his life SO incredibly nightmarishly ghoulishly unhappy that he HAD to leave pregnant her and his child after 9 whole months of parenthood because that was in the best interests of the children and who has been giving every penny that he has earned in the last 10 years to provide for his children... and who only went on overseas holidays 10 or 12 times during this period to cope with the stress of dealing with such an awful ex-wife... and who is the only self-employed plumber in Sydney who employs 4 or 5 people who pays himself minimal income and is not hiding money in order to avoid paying child support" story. Which means that it's down to me to re-live the whole saga every time I have to prove that you're lying.

4. I resent the *%^$ out of the fact that you have kept this up for 11 years as of yesterday. You have treated me as though I have wronged you in some way. This is because I would not take you back all those times that you asked me to over the first few years. You blame me for "depriving" you of your family. You cannot see beyond that. You cannot see that once you had walked out on me during the most incredibly difficult period of my life, sustained that absence, told me that you had involved yourself romantically with others while you were still with me and treated me as a doormat.... I had a choice. If I took you back, I would have had my eyes wide open. I would have had to have believed that I deserved to be treated that way. I didn't. And I don't. But you found another way to keep me "down". And you have sustained it.

5. I resent (abhor, detest, loath) the fact that you treat our children as pawns in this battle of yours. That you didn't take advantage of the fact that I have never EVER denied you access to our children and that you were so obsessed with your own selfish wants and needs that you haven't thought of THEIR wants and needs. They needed a role-model for their future roles as husband and father and all they got was you. They wanted a father who would love them unconditionally and treat their mother with respect and all they got was you. And now that they're entering their vulnerable teenage years, you "want" to have them live with you half of the time and you "want" to have legal rights over them. You have no concern for what they need. They need consistency. They need to know what kind of parenting they will be receiving. They need to stay with the parent who has put in the hard yards of love and discipline and parenting. They need to maintain the status quo. And you can't see that their decision on this is based upon your past behaviour. You think that they are being manipulated by me. That's because you don't know what it is to put someone elses needs above your own.

I could go on. But I'm shaking and tearful and emotional and want to get you out of my head.

*shake head*

My lawyer is back from his holidays this week. I have two appointments with him to finalise our stuff for the court date. I also have an appointment with my accountant to see if there's anything else I need to do for the 4 years of tax returns that I have to lodge by February. I also have an appointment with the Child Support Agency regarding my Change of Assessment Application.

And then my boys and I have 10 days on a beach on the South Coast of NSW.

And then we come back to face Family Court, new school years (and a new school for Toto) and whatever else life throws our way.

I am exhausted. Understandably. I have been working 12+ hours a day on legal and tax and Child Support stuff. This is a full time job right now.

So... things I am grateful for....

1. My healthy, loving and beautiful boys (if you don't count the end stages of whooping cough!).

2. My parents.

3. My friends.

4. I want to say my health, but I have neglected it lately and need to get it back. So, my ability to be healthy.

5. That, even though I can't afford it, I continue to re-book our annual beach holiday. If I didn't have that to look forward to, I would be too overwhelmed to pull myself out of this mire.

I will work on more things to be grateful for. I promise.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Ouch...

I've spent the last 28 or so hours in migraine-hell.

It shouldn't really be surprising. The boys were with DH, I had planned to spend the time doing my tax and meeting some of my Sydney blogging friends... and so *WHAM* I got struck down with the agony that only ever comes when the pressure is slightly lifted.

Funnily enough, I spent some of my "awake-in-agony" time trying to focus on things to blog about.

And now can't think of a single one of them.

Ow. That's enough. Screen's too bright.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Blog-block...

I have it.

Blog-block.

It must exist already, right?

You know... when you're incredibly busy and have seven hundred million things going on in your life and your brain but NOT ONE SINGLE THING worthy of blogging about?

Well..... there you have it. That's me right now.

Sorry.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

A Year of Blog...

Exactly one year ago today I first dipped my toe into the big wide wonderful world of blogging.

Click here to read that very first post

I had just returned from a week in Beijing, having celebrated New Year with great friends in an exciting and exotic city almost palpitating with potential and excitement. A far cry from the understated Dec 31 of this year. And the lack of potential that I feel about these next 12 months.

Still, it's a good reminder to me that wonderful things happen, and that my topsy-turvy life WILL recover it's equilibrium soon.


Boo and Toto this time last year. What a difference a year makes.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Growing up....

Thought I'd share some pics of Toto and Boo that I took on the last day of 2008. I can't believe how quickly they're growing up. I look at these photos and see two "almost" teens. And am extremely grateful that they're still such loving and affectionate and respectful boys. I'm truly blessed....

The new iPods are such a hit! The best bit? The episodes of "Top Gear" that I downloaded for them.


"Muuuuummmm.... leave me alone (grin)"


"I'm seriously over this photography obsession of yours"


"I'm fierce and scary" (followed by peels of laughter)

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year....

Here's a snippet of our view of the Sydney Harbour Fireworks last night. They were spectacular.



And thank you for all your wonderful recent comments. I'm sorry I came across as a sad and sorry girl. I'm not really. I'm just down in the dumps at the moment. I have lots of wonderful friends.... and if I didn't have such ill children I'd probably be making more of an effort to reach out to them. But right now, the effort is a bit too much.

Boo was extremely ill last night. I haven't seen him quite that debilitated for a long while. He was asleep before the 9pm "kiddie" fireworks. Toto stayed up with me to watch the main ones at midnight.

Only one resolution this New Year. Survival. You know... Gloria Gaynor style.