Saturday, July 28, 2018

Te Whanau.

I wrote a few months ago about my family. I said things that came from a place that might've been a cesspool of emotions, but life is not well lived if you have regrets and where I don't regret what I said or how I felt at the time, it was probably dumb.

I think I just found friendship and family in my co-workers who, on the daily, compliment and appreciate me and that's something that I thought, at the time, was very absent in my family circle. It wasn't until this week, as I sat in the kitchen at work with my co-workers, that I went through my family tree to see how am I genetically connected to them and realized .. I'm working with my family.

My mother works there.
Shaily works there.
Livian works there.
A very close blood related cousin works there.
Her husband works there.
Their son works there.
Four Aunties work there.

That's 10 people.
10 family members.

I'm working with my family and my post claimed to dislike them
Just admitting to my crazy these last few months.

In other news .. the carpet has been pulled from our chapel rendering the building closed for worship temporarily.
You know what that means.
Apply General Conference weekend rules.

Monday, July 23, 2018

This afternoon.

Took the day off.
Picked the boy up.
Waited for Hubs.
Had a good afternoon.


Sunday, July 22, 2018

Into Term 3

The two week holidays weren't a holiday. Livian and Shaily did nearly 100 hours at work between them and I did 75, which is 5 off my normal bi-weekly. It wasn't a holiday afterall.

Sisters kids came down for the second week. That week was also spent at work, where they all learned to appreciate the college campus. On Tuesday night their Nan treated them to the movies. I went along because I do like the Jurassic Park/World movies. Before the movie even began, Hubs was having breathing problems. I thought she had choked on some popcorn a few minutes earlier because I had told her off for eating it before we were even in the movie theater. Turned out she was having an asthma attack. Her lips went blue and everything and it was a long 1km trip to the ER. She was very scared and I did my best not to panic and say swear words at the slow cars. They took her immediately and ventilated her for 30 minutes before she turned her normal color.

Diagnosis was asthma onset by allergies. It's happened before and was worse last time for an allergic reaction, but worse this time respiratory wise.

So back to work tomorrow. I tried to take the day off because I haven't seen my Stiddy boy all week and wanted him tomorrow, but I have to go to work because the boss lady said so.

It's OK though .. I love that place.
Gotta stop eating their food though .. if I'm to look like Beyonce by summer, I need to befriend salad again.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Into July.

July 1st came and went and we're currently on day 2 of the second term holidays. I pretty much have work every day if I want to, and I want to. Tomorrow I'm going to help my brother make a partition wall in one of the dorms to separate a gym area from a senior common room. I've been thinking about the wall all day. I wish I had measured it yesterday when we were there, but I didn't and now it's driving me crazy because I have all the ideas minus the measurements.

I've said it before, but I really do love my work place. I hate to make it a race thing, but working with people I identify with, culturally, makes it all worth while. For my insignificant duty, I have a voice there and I appreciate that. I've always appreciated and loved being home, but if I can be anywhere else that isn't home .. it would definitely be at work.

Hub's will be 8 in September. She reminds me every day that there are only two months left before she turns 8. We're having a birthday bash for her this year because she'll be dunked in H20, LDS-Style. It's something she has chosen to do and she is very much so looking forward to it. Despite the fact that she constantly crawls into my bed at night, wants cuddles all the time when we're watching TV and appreciates Mum smoochies, she is growing up.

She asked me last night what happens to her when I die. I told her that hopefully she'll have a husband when I die, but it definitely gave me something to think about. I don't think I will feel the same way my Aunties did when I left the nest. I can't wait for her to grow up and be her own person without my input. I can only hope that my parenting during her informative years will be beneficial to when she finally flies the cuckoos nest to start her own nut house out in the wide world. I want her to be whatever she wants to be, as long as she is happy with her decision. She currently doesn't want to be a nurse because she saw on the news tonight that nurses are striking because they don't get paid much.

Livian turned 42 last week. We're getting old. My Mum will be 60 next year. Nothing like looking at your age and wondering where it all went. This is the reason I journal/blog. They're going to be the memories I forget, but can look back at and remember when I go senile.

Our babies are delicious.