What is God telling me?

So, we are Catholics. Don't hold it against me. God sees me as a challenge, I am sure. I swear like a sailor, I sin daily....but hey, I took the 'Go forth and procreate' at its word.

Now, this year, we've had several big religious things come up. Tove's baptism in May, and now Gabriel's 1st Communion tomorrow and Freja's Confirmation in two weeks. But it seems that a higher force is fucking with us. I got gastro on the night before Tove's baptism and couldn't attend...and now..the day before Gabriel's 1st Communion, he has come down with, what appears to be CHICKEN POX.

Fuck. Me. Swinging. The brand new suit is hanging in the cupboard. His shoes have been polished and he's practiced his readings.. He is good to go. But it looks like we won't be going ahead with it tomorrow. And this makes him very sad. His Mass was the last group to go through..this is it.. there is no do over.

So, tomorrow I will speak to the priest and see what he recommends. After all, there are only two boys making their first communion tomorrow night.. and perhaps.. yes perhaps.. that other boy has already had Chicken Pox. Wouldn't that be something? Screw the rest of the congregation though..


Now, if you are psychic like me (or just the world's biggest pessimist) you will see where this is going. You will already have done the math. That's right. In two weeks, Freja has her confirmation. Yup.. perfect incubation period of 14 motherfucking days..

Watch this space.

Stress

My stress levels are through the roof. I have a superkalafragalistik headache that won't quit. I look around and see all the stuff that needs doing, and I can't take it on myself. Not while I have three little kids to look after during the day. It's impossible.

I don't think we're going to get this place in Kyneton. That's the pessimist in me coming out. It's on the market now (although the paperwork is not complete so they can't accept offers for another couple of weeks!) Our place is not on the market. We're not even close to ready.

We have the painting to be done, the lounge floor to be sanded and polished, the blinds on the bottom level to be installed.. it's not going to happen overnight, is it?

On the bright side, the kids are enrolled in schools there and they think they look wonderful. It's very exciting for them. I feel positive about that.. but not about our house.

In the meantime, the purge continues. I have a metric fucktonne of shit I have to get rid of (and that includes furniture!) because I am not schlepping it all to Kyneton with us. No way.

And breathe...

I swear to God, the pace of life around here is just unbefuckingleivable. When I get up in the morning, I make sure I do it a half hour before the masses descend for breakfast.. just for that holy half an hour of peace. Once they're all up.. it's full steam ahead.

I hate the fact that the school demands my kids be there at 8:45am. It pisses me off that they consider a 9am arrival as late.. WTF? As we live out of district, this means we have to leave here by 8:15am.. which is all good and dandy.. but Tove wakes up at 8am. Today, we stooped to an all time low when I didn't have time to breastfeed, so Freja stretched out in the Chrysler and fed Tove a bottle on the go. Jesus H Christ!

Don't even start me on the after school activities. I crunch nuts with my arsehole every time I have to drive to ballet or swimming or cadets!

Tomorrow I have Swedish school to teach. Another day of stress levels through the roof. I'm over it people.. well and truly.

The move to Kyneton become more appealing with every passing day.

The wheels are in motion

I spent most of the day on the phone today, organising school transfers, secondary college enrolments and kindergarten placements. I was on FIRE! I made a new BFF, the secretary of the primary school turned out to be a wealth of information, so I really hit paydirt there.

I feel excited. I feel hopeful. I feel this is the beginning of something very positive for my family.

Whoops, I did it again.

Please, please, please let me not be pregnant this month! This is not the month for me to have got it wrong! I'm really hoping that I tracked my cycle right this time...and I'm hoping that my thermometer is giving me accurate temps. This morning's temperature was a little lower than my other post O temps and that concerned me a little. I really hope I got it right.

The hunt for a vagina frisbee in my size has proved fruitless so far. It seems to be an archaic form of BC. Too bad for all those women who can't use condoms or hormonal birth control. Is this why Michelle Duggar has 18 kids?

So, roll on two week wait...be quick and painless.

Deflated

Sometimes, it doesn't matter how hard you want something to happen, it just doesn't pan out for you. It has nothing to do with how much you wanted it, how hard you worked, how much you saved, how much you needed it.. it just shits itself regardless.

Sometimes, the best laid plans will not work out in your favour, no matter how much you want them to.

It doesn't mean you deserved it any less.

And this is the gospel according to Bitterswede. Can I have an Amen?