Another day in paradise

Put these things in order of stress.

Moving House.

Moving Countries.

Changing Jobs.

Kids.

Marriage.

Finances.

Divorce.

Death.

In fact don’t bother, because my good lady is currently dealing with most of them all on her own and I know how stressed she is. 

But she would never show it.

Because she can’t let the kids know how hard it is to cope on her own as her man has to commit to his new job 2000km away and she has to move a family for the 5th time in 10 years.

So as I sit here in Brisbane in my hotel, she’s keeping all our children calm, supporting a boarding school boy, ferrying around kids to events, parties, school, fixing ball dresses, spray tanning daughters, stopping them melting down, exercise a dog, sorting our banks, dealing with moving companies, filling in paper work, trying to find a rental property for 6 people in another State, (might as well be another country) for 6 months until our tenants leave our Brisbane home, keep a part-time job going, deal with doctors, dentists and every day housework and actually pack the house.

The emotional and physical demands on her are just huge.

Are you tired? You exhausted just reading that list? You expecting sympathy and support for something happening in your life?

Sorry. Full up .

Just for minute stop and imagine yourself having to deal with all that and have no support and then feel my guilt.

And to make matters worse, when I get home for the weekend, she gets dressed up and makes an effort to go out and try to have a normal married life while all around her, her life is  melting down.

But I know how hard she is trying to hold it all together for us all and how thin that veneer of confidence is .

And thats why I love her with all my heart and will make sure she gets that life I always promised her when we married 17 years ago.

And it wasn’t moving house every couple of years.

All I know, is if I suggest moving again we will have to need to add divorce and possibly death to that list.