I wroted this last night with no intention of hitting 'publish'...
You may have noticed the tone around here is a little negative lately.
(Hmmm. You should've read the stuff I didn't publish.)
I'm conscious of it - but this is my space.
When the space between my ears is in a mess and the space in my heart is heavy - it's difficult to stop it from translating into this space.
There's a million possible reasons I've hit a wall - as have so many other people all over this wonderful world at this very moment.
Yup - worse things have happened to nicer people.
It's just been a crappy few months in some areas of my life
(just the little, inconsequential ones - marriage, family health & work).
There's also Winter, 'post marathon depression' apparently, finances, toddler taming and hormones if I'm looking for any other cards to play the blame game with.
I'm not Superwoman (or Superwoman's big toe), but I may have tried to be.
My cape has ripped, my boots don't fit and I feel way too fat for the stupid lycra suit.
Superwoman can shove it.
So, there has been enough thinking, overthinking, over-overthinking, wallowing and crying around here.
Time for some positive action - once I've thought about it a tad more.
Whingy, whingy, whingy, blah, blah - come to my pity party please!
(So glad I didn't publish that, hey!)
Aaaannnd - this morning I did me this...
That there is the result of a dodgy old printer and two tickets to ride.
I stopped waiting for the million excuses to evaporate, stopped waiting for the 'right' time and booked Magoo and I tickets to go home to Ireland.
My Mum's health is in a state. A worrying state.
A worrying state half a world away.
We have been waiting for specialist appointment after specialist appointment to ascertain just when 'they' would operate on her heart and now 'they' say that the surgery is too risky. Mum's heart wouldn't cope on the table for the length of time required.
Medical catch 22, I guess.
So my Mum needs family and, in truth, I could do with a shot of the vitamin f too. Single parenting doesn't seem to be my bag and it sure ain't agreeing with Master Magoo.
Hopefully a little hometown Jerry Springer style medicine will be just what the doctored ordered for everyone!
Like removing a band aid - fast and furious is the tack I'm taking. We leave Sunday!! Aaaarggh!!