Work Widowing Sucks

Today my struggles are real. Work widow life sucks!! I couldn’t even have a shower (remembering we live in caravan park so communal showers) without the boys coming over screaming, and destroying my (and everyone else who was showering) peace. The screaming and waking up the whole caravan park started at 7.25am today. I clean the camp kitchens, so I was up cleaning the one furtherest away when 1 child decided it was appropriate to dob on the other one. The other one doesn’t like been left alone so he decided to follow, screaming, at the top of his lungs. Sorry to everyone in the caravan park, we are having one of those days…no weeks. I’ve had a sick child for the week, so no down time for me. Feel like I’ve had a newborn again up every couple of hours to coughing fits. Which lead me to googling in the middle of the night, where the nearest hospital is. Which lead me wondering, are we covered for ambulance while here. Which then lead me to realise I’d have to take the other child with me. Not much sleep happening with all this (and more craziness) going through my head.

No exercise time this week either. For those of you who read my last blog, would understand how important this is for me at the moment. So yep I’m not in a good place. I’m eating shit because that’s what makes me feel better, when I’m down. Which is a vicious circle as now I feel shit because I’m putting on the weight I just worked so hard to lose.

I have no friends in the caravan park, at the moment. Not even my husband. No one to give me cuddle and tell me that I’m gonna make it. The kids are that screwed up. So my sanity is slipping more and more with each moment. 

To take back control of my sanity, I decided to take the boys out. Yep, that will do the trick. Park, fish and chips and sometime at the beach. Perfect!! 

Park consist of me telling the boys off, having to be referee, then listen to them yell at each other. Time to move on. We’ll go to the beach to see if that helps me and improves their behaviour so we can get fish and chips. Beach, playing in sand ✅, quiet ✅. Yeh sanity is starting to return. Then child falls over in wet sand. Get over it kid it’s only wet sand. Then other child has gone out a bit too deep and is now wet. Who cares. Shit happens. It’s only water…salt water. He starts sooking, the salt is sting his legs. Really. Then he says “I want to go home”. Who would’ve thought that could start a war. “But I want to stay and have fish and chips”, “But my legs are stinging from the salt”. Grrrr!! Right we are going home. And gonna get Maccas on way back.

Yep shit eating because they are sucking the life out of me with their friggin sooking and whinging. 

How many more days til hubby is back??? 16 more days!! 

Til next time

Xo