Happy Anniversary

Thirteen years ago we married and in some way it seems like only yesterday we were on St Kilda beach for this photo - in other ways it is a lifetime ago.
This morning I was woken to exchange presents - which I had none, whoopsies. I was in the post euphoric weekend hangover, with one kids staying home because of a little illness but more importantly he hadn't even started a project which was due today. My gift was a gift of love. Not that kind - well maybe that intention. I got a voucher to get waxed. I had to open it early because it was all booked for 10am that morning. Ugh.

Just for the record, a wax is not an enjoyable experience, and having been given this as a gift from him once before, one would imagine he wouldn't go down this track again. He is probably thinking I needed to get the hint, but frankly it makes me run a mile the other way. I may become a feminist and grow the hair under my arms so long I can french braid it.

Look, a lot of this rant is really about my own attitudes and feelings at the moment. Dealing with the depths of grief and not feeling very good about myself. I know there was good intentions behind this, and not purely the smutty place where I imagine, but I was the one who had to endure it. Maybe I should have booked him in for a back sac and crack to share the joy?

Game On!!

I am usually non-confrontational. With the exception of my husband, who will run from a verbal shoush, I do not fight with people. I get angry, hold it in or maybe vent a bit here. Usually the person has no idea that they have even hurt me.

I have had an email that pushed me to respond. It was a nasty, personal email and it was also sent to my friend. She was a little cheer squad egging me onto reply. A little support always helps. The Emailer has text me a half hearted apology, but its kind of like saying "You're fat - no offence" and expecting it to be all over. This has been brewing for a while and its getting nasty. I know by me playing ball it actually makes it more exciting for her, and she actually gets what she wants, but I don't think she realises who she is playing with. I can take the abuse only for so long. Little by little it has been building up over the course of the year and now the cap has burst and I am ready to explode. I say "Game On Biatch!!"

bl**&^&$y bureaucracy!

Just in case you didn't guess I am on for a rant! About kinder - yes the kinder that I have served as a VOLUNTEER on their committee for three years now, even a year when I didn't have any children attending as I wanted to secure them a place.

Guess what - no place or places as the case is. The council runs the central enrollment "have no record' of my previous enrollment and as such we will miss out on first round offers. Now I know that we may be lucky with second round offers but this is not the case. I am already being pressured to be president on the committee (which has only brought me angst this year) and even that does not guarantee the boys a spot.

Now I am planning on fighting the system, if I sent the forms and they have no record whose at fault. Maybe I should take photocopies of forms I submit or send them registered mail but these are only ideas I have had in hindsight and in reality I am lucky to get a form in on time in the first place.

So the afternoon was spent trying to find alternatives - a different council and looking at expensive ELC's and childcare as opposed to sessional kinder. Not what I wanted to spend my day doing but in reality it actually may be a better option (trying to find silver lining)

Oh, and since I am on a whinge, my arms hurt - bloody pilates!