Right Here, Right Now

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Life has been a wee bit crazy in the Posy household.

I’ve written maybe 100 posts in my head in the shower/car/toilet over the past couple of months, but none have made it on to the page/computer screen/blog/whatever.

Mr Posy has been working a lot, and my friends are largely unavailable; I’m lonely. I’m teary all the time. I dread people asking how I am – I fear I’ll end up in a puddle of tears at their feet. Sort of like Alex Mack.

I have a job interview on Friday. For the position I’ve been sitting in for the past nine months. Everybody keeps saying that I’m going to nail the interview, but I’m not feeling so confident. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t win my job. Crawl under my doona and die of humiliation? I’ll cry, probably.

We had a cyclone. Only a small one. There was a lot of rain and wind, mostly, and a lot of trees were knocked down.

Cyclone carnage

We booked a short trip away. To Melbourne, for Niece’s Posy’s christening. Take Two. We were stuck in PosyTown because of the cyclone, and with the airport closed, we (and more importantly, the Godmother) couldn’t get to Melbourne until after the christening. So it was rescheduled. I need the break – I’m exhausted. Mr Posy made the mistake of telling the in-laws the hotel we had booked. Now they’ve booked there too. Is it pathetic if I ring the Park Hyatt, and ask to be on a completely different floor?

My in-laws want to build a granny flat in my backyard. It’s not happening, but it’s been stressful. They don’t understand why we don’t want them living in our backyard. They also can’t see how, when we move out, their living in the backyard will have a serious impact on our ability to attract tenants to rent our house. Our house was always going to be an investment property – and they always knew that. I wouldn’t want to live in a house/apartment where the owner lived next door, never mind in the backyard…

My mum is on the home stretch with chemo – she has one session to go, and then she’s done!

I had a birthday. I turned 26. It was a couple of months ago now, but it really was the best birthday ever.

7 Comments
  • Donna
    March 16, 2011

    I don’t think it would be silly to call the Park Hyatt and request a different floor!! I’d do it and ask for a note to be put on your reservation that your floor/room number isn’t to be released to anyone without your consent under any circumstances 😉

    Best of luck with the job interview sweets, I’ll send good vibes your way xx

  • Kiki Chaos
    March 17, 2011

    I agree. Not just okay, but mandatory that you request a different floor. I’m sure if you explain they’re you’re inlaws they’ll understand! 😉 Sounds like you’ve been going through some rough stuff, and I know that totally affects my desire to blog when it happens to me. Happy belated birthday, and glad to hear it was a good one.

  • miss posy
    March 18, 2011

    Donna – I’m going to feel so silly calling the hotel, but I think it’s best for my mental health 😉 Thanks, lovely!

    Kiki – It’s definitely hard to blog when you’re feeling rotten. Hopefully things will settle down and I can back to it 😀

  • Sydney Shop Girl
    April 9, 2011

    Happy Belated Birthday, miss posy.

    Hope all is well with your mum.

    SSG xxx

    Sydney Shop Girl blog

  • miss posy
    April 11, 2011

    Thanks, SSG! … All is well with my mum now xx

  • Sharolyn
    April 13, 2011

    I can absolutely relate to this statement: “I’ve written maybe 100 posts in my head in the shower/car/toilet over the past couple of months, but none have made it on to the page/computer screen/blog/whatever.” It’s always encouraging when someone puts words to my thoughts in this or other matters.

    I used to love Alex Mack so thanks for the reference which got me reminiscing. I hope things are looking up for you now ♥ !!

  • miss posy
    April 13, 2011

    Sharolyn – Things are much better now, thank you. I really must update….. Ha! I loved Alex Mack as a kid also 😉

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