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Don’t look down!

Whatever you do, DON'T MOVE!!!

Whatever you do, DON'T MOVE!!!

I really jinxed myself in the last post. I should never have asked if I had enough to worry about. Should have known things would blow up in my face. (they always do) Here I was happily sitting in ignorance of the trouble to come. I’ve been caught in the middle of a family drama to end all family dramas. My girls hate their life. I get that. I know we took them away from everyone and everything they’ve known all their lives. I honestly thought they’d get to like it eventually, well enough to finish out their school years before heading back to Australia. The worst bit is I can’t do anything about the reason they hate it here. Our biggest obstacle is the school they go to, even I’m unhappy with many of the things it stands for. For instance strict dress code including how many earrings are allowed in their ear lobes, (one small stud in each lobe) while the teachers walk around with not only multiple earrings but nose and tongue studs! How these ‘adults’ expect to gain the kids respect with this huge difference in standards of presentation is beyond me. Do as I say not as I do! They’re big on saying it’s for the kids to learn to present themselves well and be proud of it, but it just has me shaking my head. Likes that’s gonna happen when the teachers look the way they do. The other thing the girls have been told is no colored bras beneath their shirts as it’s not fair for the male teachers to have to see them. Ummm…..  What are they doing looking at my kids boobs???? Shouldn’t they be teaching her something other than what it feels like to be perved on! And when I go there I’m confronted with teachers in short skirts, tight clothes with cleavage clearly displayed (read – porn star worthy) and see-through outfits! What the….?

Where is this all leading you wonder. Well I’ll tell you where, to my life being a living hell. I’ve run the gamut of emotions over the last week or so. I’ve stopped eating (no point when it just comes straight back up), I can’t sleep, can’t read and God help me, I can’t write!!!! I’ve gone through so many boxes of tissues the I’ve single-handedly destroyed a forest somewhere. Every aspect of our lives has been effected by the girls desire to go back to Australia to finish the last two years of school. To do this Princess One would need to go back at the end of this year, and Princess & The Pea would go at the end of next year. But I’ve already done this. I’ve already left behind Son#1. How is this fair to any of us? I’m stressed beyond belief, Hubby doesn’t want to talk about it and I’m caught in the middle of a situation I can’t fix. I’ve always been able to do something to give my family what they want and I can’t. I’m considering the option of becoming an alcoholic, but really, I’m not that much of a drinker. Sure I like the occasional drink but I’m not fond of that out of control feeling and I prefer to watch what everyone else does while under the influence. Yeah, I know, I’m weird but you’d be surprised at what you witness.

Okay, whine over. I’ll go back to my stress pit and find a way to climb out of it. Anyone got a ladder?

‘See’ ya soon.


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  1. July 30, 2008 at 9:40 am

    I’m sorry you are so stressed. It is hard when you stuck with no real solution. Whine all you want! I hope something comes up soon that will help you out!

  2. August 3, 2008 at 12:03 am


    I don’t know what to say that can help you. Your post made me want to cry and come up with this great solution that would make everything better.

    But the only think I can say is hang in there and try to be strong.

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