We leave tomorrow
1. Grumps are going to grump
2. Caravans are going to move
3. And parents and uncles are going to put up with us because we suck at adulting.
Part One – Community Pages
I love a good community resource, really I do. But I could certainly do without the mob mentality bullshit. A guy that lives near the reserve we were staying at decided to flap his arms about because of longer term campers. A few people got on the bandwagon, then backed off when someone who actually knew one of our neighbours joined the conversation and stood up for her. This guy’s arguements are convoluted and ill-informed (whether deliberately or not). He just doesn’t want campers there. And that is fine, but it’s not his decision.
Our neighbours decided to stay put, I think they are a little more assertive than me though… I decided to run away like a scaredy cat; I don’t want to upset anyone even if they are a pain in the behind. Brent agreed and we started packing down.
Part Two – The Plan ish thing
So we are moving on. The kids woefully said goodbye to our neighbours. They are going to miss having other kids around.
We had been there for too long and amassed too much shit that we are going to have to find room for or cull. I’m trying. I really am… I might have to try a bit harder… and work a bit quicker. The folk festival is coming up and we are going to need our winter stuff for that…
Part Three – Adulting like a Toddler
So I called my parents…. like a little kid. So we are out the back at their place until we work out what to do next…
Ho hum… what do we do next?
It’s a sad and common state of affairs when the people who our society expects to raise the next generation are too busy worrying about what they are doing wrong to focus on the little people they love. And it’s not like I want to spend my time stressing about what other people think. I DON’T WANT TO CARE ABOUT THE DIFFERENCES IN HOW WE RAISE OUR KIDS. And I’m going to assume that I’m not the only one. I don’t want to be constantly comparing what I do to what you do. So why are we so hardwired to judge ourselves and others on how raise our kids?
I’m not sure if it’s some kind of instinct built into us to make sure kids don’t get neglected, but I don’t know about you but my mummy guilt reflex is OUT OF CONTROL. Obviously if you know more about this (and that wouldn’t be hard) feel free to get in touch.
I’m not prescribing any wisdom, because I have none to offer let alone assert as truth but here are some ideas that help me cope with the constant struggle to keep sane in the face of parenting:
- My kids are fine. Your kids are fine.
- We all develop differently and put all the weight of the development of our kids on how we parent is bananas.
- If the kids are kind, fed, washed, loved, safe and happy then why do we care?
- We know more about keeping kids safe and happy than we ever have.
- No one is a perfect parent
- You can’t parent if you don’t look after yourself at least a little.
- Instant maternal or paternal love is not guaranteed. And parenting is easier for some people than others.
- Looking after kids is a constant learning process.
- Biology only goes so far
- No matter what you do someone will judge you so just do the right thing by your family
I do believe Summer may have lulled us into complacency. I hate being hot and sweaty but I had kind of resigned myself that it was now my lot in life to slowly roast to death in the gradual onset of a massive climate change. But that is still not quite how seasons work and the first big storm of Autumn certainly made an impact. Our little turtle house held up pretty well but our neighbour’s canvas tent, a magnificent gorgeous thing in more friendly conditions, was completely washed out to the extent that they made a midnight evacuation to less porous accomadation.
The claps of thunder brought a sheepish 9 year old to the foot of our bed and he sat with his step dad, watching the radar and checking on the fire started by a nearby lightening strike on the emergency services app.
By the morning we were pretty much the only loiterers left, besides a sad, slumped canvas tent and the less wet patches signifying where the caravans had been.
Then like a cliché in a hastily written blog post the ducks arrived.
Tonight I will attempt to battle with my eternal nemesis; the wet weather campfire.
Wish me luck…
- drove 20kms at 100kmph
- Went around 3 round abouts
- Went into 2 shops
- Dropped the kids off at their various schools
- Drove in town for 15 minutes
All without noticing our camp shower on the boot of my car until some lovely guy at the traffic lights told me.
1. Ffs Morgan get your shit together
2. High five camp shower for hanging on like a trooper
Coffee time me thinks…
As signs go you don’t get much more ominous than a burnt foot, an excavator and a park ranger querying us about our intentions. And like a commitment phobic teenager we are heading for the horizon.
So it’s our last week at the creeks and the kids are going to miss it.
Step 1. Collect a good supply of timber
Step 2. Totally forget to keep your timber supply dry
Step 3. Convince yourself that if you buy dry kindling you’ll be okay
Step 4. Optimistically buy elaborate dinner ingredients and kindling
Step 5. Try to light fire, realise your long fire lighter has been left out in the rain
Step 6. Frantically scramble around caravan to find your tiny Bic lighter
Step 7. Try to light fire using paper and kindling, burn your finger then watch fire slowly go out
Step 8. Watch as your partner tries to light fire using an aerosol can. Yell at him
Step 9. Go look for more paper. Hear the aerosol can go again. Yell some more.
Step 10. Repeat step 7 over and over again for what seems like an eternity, while in constant drizzling rain.
Step 11. Yell at the kids to get in the ca r
Step 12. Go get pizza
It’s been a long arse year. A year full of setbacks, epiphanies and learning. We aren’t on the bus yet, and that is disheartening but we have the turtle house, we have each other and we have the support of all of you who have been supportive, understanding and just generally wonderful.
I know a lot of people I love have had a rough year, and it’s been tough for a lot of really wonderful people. I’m constantly inspired by you all making the best of what you’ve got.
Here’s to 2017. Even if it doesn’t get easier we all have to remember, we’ve got this.