oFf tHe rADaR aNd tOo BuSY To cARe

Mum in Napier

 Life is just whirring me by at the speed of light at the moment and making me feel motion sick.
I wish it would slow down so I can take a few hundred things in first before moving onto the next hundred. 
I am exhausted, physically and mentally. It is nearly Christmas time, I am still studying until my eyeballs bleed and the cats seem to want to be fed every 15 minutes (they don't really it's just that 12 hours seems to go that fast). 
I think Justin and I have given up on the whole romantic honeymoon dream, now I could imagine us choosing to crawl through the fiery pits of hell on our hands and knees and find it relaxing. 
I've thrown the desperate idea of needing to do some exercise aside and replaced this with the notion that I had better learn to meditate and more importantly breath as soon as possible. 
The realisation of just how stressed we both are became blindingly apparent when we both truly enjoyed my mother's company for the three weeks just gone and yesterday found ourselves wishing she wouldn't go. While she was staying she did the dishes, did the washing, hung it out and brought it back in, attended to the Merredin Tight Five (chooks), let the dogs off, kept Scruffy the lamb company, answered the phone and took messages, helped with dinner and often ran us baths when our days were ridiculously long. Mum also gave me daily neck and back massages and brushed my hair - often while I was attending to emails. Bless her cotton socks. 
Mum hasn't even been gone 12 hours and Justin and I are already at each others throats again - over subjects too wild to mention - but here's just a few....dishwasher, virility and lack there of, tea-towels being thrown into a heap and left in random places, money (ahhh the root of all evil - you know that one had to be in there), and one doosey of an argument over an electorate letter (that I hadn't thrown out but lead to the whole contents of a rubbish bag being tipped onto the clean kitchen floor by said husband), that pesky letter was eventually discovered on the dining room table which was so freaking predictable it hurts to think about.


Arrrgh!! I feel like I need to throw something at someone; unfortunately the remote control didn't fair too well the last time that happened, leaving me to surmise that Justin's reflexes are getting faster.

It's not all been bad though...I was achoucher for a beautiful birth within the last week, I have passed two out of the four courses I have to get done, I don't have to work Christmas or New Years eve and I have today off to vegetate or study; whichever I feel is more important (after blogging that is). 
Heading to the couch to do some vegetative meditation in front of my true soul mate SKY - he always listens and understands my problems and brings me JACOB when I need it most. Jacob, you hot werewolf you! 


Here are some highlights of mum's visit...
  

Dying mum's hair for her birthday

Mum at the National Aquarium of NZ, Napier; not sure who is scarier...

Loyal nicotine supporter

Beach with black stones instead of white sand, Napier

Mum showing off her Justin Bieber pants; this is what happens when I have to attend a 2-day course and mum goes off shopping at the Warehouse by herself.

Walking out to the middle cattle yards to see Justin, mum's idea, which she was regretting right about now.

Picnic at Waihi Falls - Pongaroa

...doing what mum does best.