I'm over it now

When Mav first moved to sunny Qld I figured it would be no big deal since he travels so much anyway.

I was wrong. It is completely different.

He comes home for the weekend about every three weeks. That's two brief days home and then three long weeks in between that he doesn't get to see Annabelle or me and that I have to do it all on my own. He's practically missing a year of her life.

I have to admit it's ok when I need to do my uni stuff because it's easier when there's not someone else around trying to talk to me or watch TV or generally be distracting. I can be super focused when he's not here.

But the downside is that I have to do all the parenting on my own. All the drop offs and pick ups, all the baths and getting dressed, all the bedtimes and just the general answering all the constant "Why's" and responding to all the whining and the complaining and the arguing with every little thing I say (which seems to be a delightful four-year-old thing). All the setting up the paints and getting more water and taking the kitchen outside then bringing it inside and photocopying the colouring paper and getting out the play-dough and getting a drink of water, no cordial, no water, no not in that cup in this cup please, and making a sandwich, and negotiating whether she can have a marshmallow, and tying ponytails, no not one but two ponies, one up one down please and of course the never-ending picking up of mess that gets strewn from one end of the house to the other.

And of course she got nits this week. De-lousing, combing, checking for eggs morning and night and needing the negotiating skills of the UN to get her to let me do it because she hates having her hair wet.

And all the washing and folding. And putting the bins out and bringing them back in. Those are the things that Mav does and it usually annoys me that he is obsessed with washing because he normally just washes, hangs out, brings in and leaves me huge mounds of clean clothes to deal with when I was quite happy leaving them in the hamper with a lid on so I didn't have to deal with them. But now I'm so sick of washing I can't even begin to tell you. All I do is wash. And I don't know how many times I've almost forgotten the bins because usually I never have to do it.

So yeah.. I'm over it. I'm getting snappy and irritable and I seem to have a permanent head-cold just from being run-down and tired. I can't wait to be done with uni and then I'm taking six months off and lazing around on a big farm in Qld and taking daily trips to the beach with Annabelle before she starts school next year. I'm having one LONG holiday when this is all over.