It appears that I am not coping well with life.
I am stressed, anxious, tired, and emotional, and apparantly as it's been nearly 12 months since leaving Qld, this behaviour is not normal!
Or so the counsellor at Ellie's school tells me.
Pshaw........what would she know?
She doesn't know me.
How can she possibly label me "not normal"!!
It's a bit of a long story so I'll just fill in the basics - Ellie had been having a little bit of difficulty with some of the boys in her class - so I headed off to school to have a word with the teacher about this. I should never have approached her on this particular morning as I was hormonal and exhausted (not to mention freezing) and I basically opened my mouth and burst into tears.
Now, anyone who knows me, knows that I am very good at crying. Crying can often be my first response to any number of situations.
I don't think it is by any means abnormal, it's just how I deal with stuff.
But it obviously raised the alarm bells with Ellie's teacher as an appointment with the schools' counsellor was made and before I knew it, I was sitting at a desk in her room crying too.
By this time, I had a major headache and ten minutes before I had to pull a 7 hour shift at work.
Needless to say, it was not a good day and by the end of it, I was convinced there was something wrong with me - after all, anybody else in the world who had been through what I've been through in the last eight months or so - moved interstate and left behind some wonderful friends, turned 40, worked every day for the last six days in their first job for ten years, settled their children into a new school after homeschooling them for two years, putting together a small business etc etc - would be bouncy and cheerful, every second of every day and never, ever have a small melt down over something so little as their daughter being teased at school........
To combat all of this, the next day (a day off for me) Nev took me out for a long walk and then out for lunch at a cafe.
It was so good.
We talked. We ate. We slowed down for a while.
It felt good.
It felt......well, normal.