A new door opens.

 Some of you may of noticed I am a bit sporadic on this page of late. While I do still love my baby page. I feel I have grown as a person and my direction in life has changed somewhat.
Those first teetering steps while recovering from the shock of a life changing illness and rebuilding who I was, were murky at times and I  was often struggling to just survive. In many ways I have become a completely different person to that  narky housewife with an opinion on pretty much everything and I thank each of you that have helped me along my journey as I have evolved to a person I am proud to be. This page has helped me to rebuild my confidence, shake out the negative energy that was within me and has helped me to make some amazing friends I know I would never of had the opportunity to get to know otherwise.

These days I am more focused on positive aspects of life, Focusing on ways to improve my health in a proactive way. My move to the country life has directed me towards a more practical and frugal way of life and I have found a happiness within me I never knew existed. I am busier with  all the things life has to offer me at the moment which has made me take the time to take stock of what is now important to me and make a few changes to help keep my health balanced.

The title of this page has bothered me  for a little while now as it reflects a more negative period in my life and while it has been an important stepping stone in my recovery I feel its time for me to move on to bigger and better things in life.

So after this week I will no longer be posting on this page. I have chosen to concentrate my energies on my other projects that give me positive energy and are in keeping  with who I am  evolving  into.
My 2 pages that I feel are more who I am these days are
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Smiling-Through-Chronic-Pain/234543723353221?fref=ts
And
My pet project
https://www.facebook.com/tealgumboot?fref=ts

If you wish to stay in touch, please do drop in to those pages and like. If you feel it is also your time to move on. I wish you well in your journey and send bright blessings your way.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of my friends and family for all of their patience and support over the past 3 years. With each of you, I really wouldn't be where I am today. Vibrant and happy. It is just as much through you as it has been through this page that I have gained so much to be thankful for.

Lastly I need to thank my husband and 2 wonderful boys for absolutely everything. Without them. I would not be here today. They make fighting for life so worthwhile.

This is not the end. It is just one door closing so that new doors may open.

Love and blessings to you all.
♥Jo.

Not The Best Housewife

Have I mentioned lately that I am not the best housewife? Well I'm not. 

Don't get me wrong, I do get the housework done and then the hoard rush in like a stampede dropping and tossing as they fly through. I do the laundry and I swear the basket magically fills itself as I hang the last load out. Cooking can sometimes be a chore. Trying to think of some amazing new creation that would rival a MKR contestants.

Gone are the days where you had 8 maybe 9 staple meals you rotated for variety. Nope these days they walk in and say what's for dinner expecting an amazing new creation all done on a tight budget.

All of these I do.. Well I mostly keep up with. But the one chore I detest more than any of the others is mending. Pulling up hems, putting buttons back on(5 minutes after buying the damn thing). Fixing up tears and rips. You name it I hate it with a passion. I have been known to throw perfectly good jeans out because it was either that or someone had to die that day if I had to pick up a needle and thread.... Ok so that is a little exaggerated, but you get my point. When it comes to mending. I am so Not Frugal.

I am having a break from yet another pair of jeans needing taking up. What is with shops not having short leg jeans! There are more short people than there are tall so why isn't there a small section in the shops dedicated to us short arses? (Pun intended). I wear heeled boots with my jeans just so I don't have to bring them up.

This morning I have managed to prick my self several times, and that just with the other leg I keep dragging across my knee. I don't look anything like those ladies look in the romantic old time movies where the 'little lady' is sitting by the fire placidly mending away looking nothing but serene. 

No, I look like a runaway from the local mental ward for the criminally insane. Muttering away angrily to myself. Hair pushed aside from the umpteenth time of rubbing my hand across my face in frustration at pricking myself again and again with the blasted needle. There's not an ounce of serenity about.. Unless you think my sinister smile as I am busy plotting  a gruesome end to said pair of jeans in my lap still looks quite serene. At which point I will just say. I'll save you a seat on the short bus. The window seat and fluffy white hugme jacket are mine but!


No it's safe to say I am NOT the best housewife.

I am a Moody girl.

I am a moody girl.. no really I am! It's ok though, I have accepted that is who I am. Even people that know me well think I have several personalities and  many of my close friends and family have met each and every one of them. Some of my friends have even named them! General consensus is that 'hallmark' personality is the sweetest . No- one likes Banshee or Little miss B much, well almost no-one and that is who this post is all about.

On top of  that little pearler to live with, I am learning to live with Fybromyalgia.  A real peach of a condition that pushes the boundaries of your sanity as well as your own personal endurances for pain, fatigue and 'fog'.


Just imagine how horrible it can be when you  wake up and before you get out of bed you just want to cry because you hurt so much, but don't even have the energy to shed a tear. That's how yesterday started out for me. Luckily for me though I have a secret weapon to help remind me why  its worth it to struggle on through it and be Alive.


*Yesterday it hurt so much to get out of bed, but I did it without a tear shed. "All is good" I say to myself, I can make it through today without crying. 
I walked out to hang the washing before work and I cried my eyes out because I knew I still had to get through the day on my feet and I could barely stand up straight already. Damn it, I almost made it out of the house. 
I walked in the door after work, put dinner on and then laid on my bed just wanting to cry because I was sure my body could not cope with one more ounce of pain, but I have no more energy left to give... Still, there is no rest for the wicked or us mums. Dinner had to be cooked and washing had to be bought back in. So Up I got and limped on through the chores. 
Dinner done no more tears, I am too exhausted to cry so of course here comes  Little Miss B out of her corner of the mess that is my mind. "

Poor Oscar copped Little miss B last night and she was in fine form!  Her opinion - All males on earth should no longer be breathing, just because they were born males. Don't ask me why Little miss B has a problem with males and thinks all of the problems in the world are caused by them being here. Hallmark certainly loves them and understands that each member of the human race, Male or female has the potential to be amazing. Banshee screams at each sex equally and shows no discrimination at all either. 

Oscar managed to endear himself to Little Miss B though,, as he generally does. . In the middle of a tirade of how horrible he was for being born a male (exaggeration), he just laughed gave me a hug and said, "I love your bad attitude, never change who you are. Now go get some sleep and let us poor blokes live another day".

I don't know what that says about me or him when it comes to moments like that, but its precisely those kind of moment when I think I am the luckiest girl in the world to find a guy that loves me even when I am at my worse.

Its moments like that one right there that help me to understand why he is so important to me and why 22 years ago Meeting him was fate. It's also moments like that, that remind me that even when I think I cant take any more and I have been overwhelmed by emotion and pain, there is still something wonderful about being alive.