You may have noticed that progress through this current hitlist is a little slow at the moment. Life is getting in the way. For one thing, it is nearing the end of the school term and for our little family that tends to mean that kids are starting to tire, immune systems are down (go away snotty noses, sore throats, and coughing), and tempers are starting to fray. I am sick of school lunches, sick of washing and trying to find uniforms, sick of homework, and sick of my own cooking. Added to all that, my father-in-law has not been well. Over this past six months or so, the decision was made to put him in a nursing home, which is a choice that comes with a lot of desperation, love, guilt, and hope that it is the right decision. As we now live on the other side of the country it is something that we can only watch from a distance and send the odd care package to let them know that they are in our thoughts.
Recently, Poppy has been having a few dramas, so we decided to organise for my husband to do a surprise trip to visit everyone and check for himself that everyone is coping. My husband’s sister was also competing in her first figure competition so it meant that he would be able to support her in this at the same time. While I think everyone involved was glad to sneak that family weekend in, it does take a toll. For my husband, who flew in from his work shift at 7pm on Thursday night and flew out at midnight the same night, had a busy weekend of catching up, and then caught a flight home on Monday which arrived back in Perth in the afternoon, this only allowed one measly night with us before he had to fly back to work the next day. The following weekend was a party weekend to celebrate my eldest son’s 8th birthday with 10 extra boys coming over for a play at the park and a sleepover. As you can imagine, there was quite a bit of planning and not much sleeping involved this weekend either.
So amidst all this chaos we have had the hubby home for 3 full days in 3 weeks, and while it is beginning to sound a little like a pity party, it’s not. For I had a moment of clarity while wondering what the hell we were doing. Why do we make all this effort and cause all this extra work and stress? It brings to mind our annual family camping trips to Emu Park (which are awesome by the way and you can read about it here), it’s a lot of hard work and we grumble at each other and get a little tetchy. Why? Why do these things? And I realised that it is in the effort that we show our love. Anyone can say I love you and it is easy to love in the good times. But to commit and persist in the hard times, to put the effort in when you are already tired, that’s when you are really telling the people you love that you are there for them and that you love them to the moon and back. My family was never a demonstrative family and we rarely say those words to each other, but I have never doubted their love because they show it in a million ways.
In the meantime there is only a week until school holidays where hopefully we will all get a chance to recharge, the hubby will take a couple of extra days here and there and we’ll catch up, and I’ll slowly keep chipping away at the hitlist.