I was starting to think our horrible 2012 was finally turning around in July. It was not to be though.
No sooner had the Workaholic settled into his new office, phone number and email when more drama reared its ugly head. It was with foreboding and horror I listened to him tell me about the fraud he had uncovered in his new employers Queensland operations. I knew right then and there we were in for more crap.
The Workaholic spent six weeks investigating, collating and explaining the issues to his new boss. Six weeks of 6am till about midnight, including weekends and his boss lost the plot. He trashed the office and told the Workaholic to leave. He's not ready to deal with it. It's so much money that he's going through mourning. We understand this because we've been there but we were already at the end of our resilience. We just cant wait for his sanity to return. We thought we'd be OK because the Workaholic had a contract. We are still waiting for him to pay it out. It may go legal and to be honest I'm not up for it and therefore keeping as far away from the drama as I can now!
It's the Munchkin's third birthday this coming Thursday. Luckily I have his gifts and the party we are having for him this Saturday is just family and friends, so I have minimal preparation to do. I don't think I could cope if we had planned a big bash for him this year. I'm so amazed by this little guy. He is such a joy in the midst of the daily drama we have been living this year.
On another positive note, my studio is almost finished (even though I have lost a corner to the Workaholics office) and I'm selling my excess bits and bobs on eBay. I'm pretty excited to get my studio back up and running. I'm in the process of going through my old shop stock and organising my workspace. I picked up some fab chairs on eBay so I can teach in there too! Watch this space for some geee-orgeous jewellery creations coming soon.
I am also really excited by the progress the Little Man is making at school. He has jumped three reading grades in a couple of weeks and his Occupational Therapist is thinking he will be ready to stop seeing her by the end of the term. This weekend he got a merit award and was given the class mascot monkey for the weekend. He's really blossoming. A big tick for our choice of school. It's totally worth the fees we have managed to scrape together in these difficult times!
The class mascot spent the weekend with us again this weekend.
At this point, I am trying to concentrate on the positives (this is Living Life Playing the Glad Game after all!!) but it has been really hard with all of the obstacles I keep running into, but most days I think I am winning. I still have the Plan. I'm just moving a bit slower that I wanted to.
Small patches of blue sky amongst the grey is what I am focusing on!