I live my life in thirds...

Today we farewelled hubby. 

Took him to the airport again.

And it occurred to me that we all live our lives in a cycle of thirds. 

Two thirds of the time me and the kids on our own.

One third with Brenton home again.

And then the cycle starts again.

I almost wish we didn't move back here.

Because then I wouldn't remember what I had been missing.

But now we are here, I'm sure that I can never go back.

Even though I know it would probably be best for the family.

We weigh up the pros and cons.

More cons than pros to moving back.

More pros than cons about staying here.

And so it goes on.

Suck it up princess. 

The day he leaves is called Black Day in FIFO/DIDO communities. 

I know why.

I feel it.

I never wanted to know why. 

But I do.

SO it's time yet again to buck up, be grateful.

And I am grateful. 

So many people I know are going through the shittest things. Ever.

Sick and dying children, cancer, marriage breakups/problems, mental health stuff, trying to have babies, getting pregnant then losing that precious life... So much shit. 

I've been going to the gym for the last nearly 7 weeks twice a week, for personal training with my gorgeous friend Kathryn. 

Who knew? 

That I'd like it? 

That I'd love the challenge?

That I like to push it a bit? 

That I like the rowing machine?

I didn't know I'd hate the crosstrainer. But I do.

I like the weights.

Thank faff that we've only been put on jacobs ladder twice in that time. Hate that sucker.

A new and positive part of my life. 

I even went on my own one day because K was sick. 

If someone had of said to me even two months ago that I would walk into a gym on my own, I would have said NO WAY!! So I'm a little proud. And I feel stronger.

All good.

We got a puppy 4 weeks ago. 

He has driven me insane and made me fall in love with him all at the same time. 

But I have a feeling he's going to be a good boy. 

But man, he's crazy at times. 

He picks on the girls a bit, especially Lexi. 

Likes a little nibble. 

And we have never not had stuff on the floor... Not anymore. 

We love him. Lots.

And of course a selection of photos... Not in order... 

Rocco, the day after we got him. He climbed up my arms and sat behind my neck. I'd like to see him try and pull that move now.. lol.

Father's Day family selfie.

Before we went into the Adelaide show.

All the nieces and nephews on the Macca side.. Love how the big ones get in too and even smile! Bless em!!   

Almost 2 weekends ago, Lexi woke up on the Sunday looking like this.
She had been bitten by something on the Sat, hence the bandaid, but the bit caused a reaction. Not good.

Rocco going for his first walk with Mia. He doesn't like walking! 



And Rocco's first night with us. Crazy town for a while there.
Hold on, it still is!! 

First visit to the beach, he loved the water! 
And it was such a nice day.

Thanks to anyone that calls in.. 
I always feel like blogging when I'm a sad sack. 
Oh well...
xx