Today makes it a month since my car broke down. Coincidentally, it had been booked in for some major work the following week, the mechanic couldn't start work on it early so we were without it for six days before it was even looked at. After that it took a week to get the gearbox out and now we are waiting for the neccessary bearings to come from France. That could take three weeks, more if there is a public holiday in Venezuala or some such hiccup.
Instead of going to work at about nine, after dropping the young 'uns at school, I go to work with my husband at half seven. Instead of coming home at three-thirty or four I come home at five. As time goes on it gets easier in some ways but harder in others. The girls miss me and when I'm at home they need more from me. I'm working harder and have less to give. The usual balancing act now feels like the high wire.
For all of the extra hours I've been putting in work is no less busy so somehow I seem to have become a full-timer without really meaning to.
Amazingly, even with all the work which should have kept me away from the computer, I have now managed to reach our data limit. We'll be speed limited until the end of the month, down to nail bitingly, teeth grittingly, make-a-cuppa-as-a-page-loads super slow. Anyway, the point is that I've got to where I was trying not to go so I might as well write a post.
Are you wondering when I'll get to the point? There is none. I'm just rambling away here because I love that message "your post published successfully"
So.....
that's where I'm at. I haven't forgotten that I was going to introduce Anzac & Jet and I'm doing some serious mental somersaults considering the question "What do you believe?"
Hope you're all taking care.
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