Well, it's been a while since I last posted and so many things have changed since then that it's hard to know where to start...
'Hubby' was made redundant and then regained work...I was made redundant and am now in the process of setting up my own consultancy. Oh, and did I mention, 'Hubby' has now been offered a fabulous new job, so we're leaving everything and everyone we know and love behind and moving...cross country.
And then last night the waterworks started; Projectile crying from no where in particular, for no reason I can put my finger on other than I am excited, nervous, scared and a little harrassed with all of the organising that is involved in renting out one home and trying to find another.
Poor 'Hubby' was very unsure what to do or say to me to make me stop.
"Stop! Damn it woman, just stop!" shouted the voices in my head; You're making 'Hubby' uncomfortable. He's going to think you don't want to move and he's already signed his contract.
Now, what you have to understand about me is that I'm not your typical girly girl and I don't 'do' crying at the drop of a hat. However, the thought of having to leave my mum and best mate behind, coupled with a heady mix of female hormones, seemed to reduce me to a gibbering wreck in less than 30 seconds.
I'm sure by this stage you are all wondering what 'Hubby' did to alleviate the awkwardness and make me stop. Well, he did what any self respecting, loving hubby would do...he calmly poured me a glass of pinot, passed me a tissue and then turned the tv over to watch the footy until the snivelling subsided.