It is not work that kills men, it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hardly put more on a man than he can bear. But worry is rust upon the blade. It is not movement that destroys the machinery, but friction.
Henry Ward Beecher
Yes, the picture is intensely random. But it was cute and I wasn’t sure what else to use here. As you can see… this is Sisi many many years ago loving a Christmas ornament that fell off my parents tree.
I just wanted to put something motivational on right now, as I am feeling moody and a bit slumped. I’m struggling with the lack of time (yes even though it was online) with my dear Aussie. Though he did call me at 3am this morning (because I texted him and told him too.) I couldn’t sleep, and it was only 8pm there. So why not?
It was so good to hear his voice, I really needed it right now.
I still cannot wait until he gets here, even if… I am worried. Even though I know that I tend to worry and worry and get sick with worry. I am trying to be productive. Clean, sew (I made Lisi a skirt, I will have to show!), make more paper stars for the wedding. Decide the kids’ wedding outfits.. things like that.
I’m still a bit stressed after a debacle with changing our last names after marriage. We didn’t think anyone would think much of it with him changing his name to match mine and the kids.
Yet they did. So now we’re changing our names to hyphenate the two. Which his dad and mum found as an acceptable middle ground. So we’ll still have something last name in common with the kids. Now, we’ll be Tate-Johnson. So Kisa Tate-Johnson doesn’t sound too bad at all, so I can live with it. But I was scared that his dad would live up to the threat of not coming to the wedding if we just put my last name. That was devastating that he would say that to Aussie, I get it… in small part, but my bio-dad changed his name to my moms so I don’t get it to another extent. It’s a strange thing to me, two different worlds and entirely different lives.
I hope everyone had a glorious weekend. It was intensely hot yesterday when we had errands to do, I felt really weak despite my best to keep hydrated. I ended up going to bed with the kids did, but that was a bad idea because it meant I was up off and on because 10pm is awfully early for my usual 1 or 2 AM type!
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