Sometimes Mums Need Beer Too

Lyndon and I really are quite blessed to have two pretty good daughters. Sure they both have their moments, (with me, with each other, with Lyndon) but I think the bottom line is that we scored well with both of them. 

I have been solo parenting on and off for around two years now and to say I'm over it, really is an understatement. I don't know how single parents do it, week after week, month after month, year after year. Especially with no immediate family to fall back on, like us. Sure Lyndon's work was FlyInFlyOut, but he was home less than he was away. (But having a FIFO lifestyle does have advantages :: lunching together as husband and wife sans children for example.) 

But sometimes with Lyndon away, I can't tell you how many times I sent myself to my bedroom for time out. Lol. Because sometimes I need a break from the wanting, the needing, the whining and whinging, the sibling battles. 

We are on the home stretch of living apart, Lyndon and I. It can't come quick enough. Even though there are ends that still need to be addressed, the feeling of not wanting to be apart any longer is making me weary. I feel hopeless a lot of the time when I feel I can't do certain things (fustrating Lyndon beyond belief) but I try and miserably fail at times it seems. 

Sometimes I really need to unwind and go and have a schooner of tap beer. Which is what happened yesterday. The need to get out and my head to tell me quietly that all will be okay. 

And it all will be okay. :)