Friday 10 May 2013
Stepping stone to a new chapter...
Hmmm... It’s been quite a while since I last uploaded to this blog. Just short of two years if I’m correct and I can’t believe how long it’s been!
And so much has happened since then. So much, that I think I should have maybe re-read my previous posts to eliminate fear of repeating myself…
But, this blog won’t have been posted before. It’s the newest part of my life and one I can’t wait to share. I’ve decided I’ve had enough of desk jobs. So got myself set up on a course to do what I was put on this Earth to do – a Cert III in Aged Care.
By the end of July, I’ll (hopefully) be qualified to take up shifts as a Personal Care Assistant and put myself out there to do just that…
I can’t help myself from the magnetism that draws me to the geriatrics. It’s like they weave some sort of web and draw me in.
They can be at the supermarket not tall enough to reach the coffee, but I’m there, reaching over them like their caffeine angel. They can be at the hospital battling with the car parking meter and I’m there, with the quick-flick wrist action to get their coins accepted. They can be the homecare clients I visit to help out in times of need that ask if I’m available to be their daughter-in-law…. Not sure how my husband would take that news but there it is, my calling at it’s very best!
So, back to my course. We have the most fantastic trainer who brings to life the issues facing the elderly. In the past few weeks, we have been learning about dementia, the ageing body and have been given a Project Person – an elderly resident of a local nursing home that I can observe and take an active part in their daily care.
My lady has a degree of dementia and I met her for the first time last week. But this short time spent with her has had a lasting impression on me. I was invited to assist her with her lunchtime meal which she initiated and took the lead. I observed from the sidelines just turning the plate every now and then to aid her to get a change of her dietary requirements. She started to wane after a few spoonfuls so I offered to take over and she obliged. I went on to help her polish off her meal and dessert and a couple of drinks along the way.
T’was such a great feeling to see her leave clean crockery and I felt fulfilled. But this feeling of fulfilment could never, ever compare to what I have been feeling since I left her.
You see, although my gorgeous girl uttered no words in the short time we spent together, she spoke absolute volumes when she looked into my eyes and smiled. This is why I’m on this path … this is EXACTLY why I’m on this path. To be my true Virgo self and care not only for the people who need it. But for the people who deserve it…
Monday 27 June 2011
Waiting game
THESE kids of our are growing huge! I'm not sure whether it's the sunshine or the sport that's making them sprout up but sprouting up they are.
We have a couple of visitors scheduled to land on our doorstep over the next few months and I'm sure they won't believe their eyes as to how much they've grown. My 11-year-old now measures in at a whopping 5ft 7in - whopping for an 11-year-old!
He obviously has his mother's genes - who continues to have trouble getting trousers long enough. Although I did discover last week that my much missed and beloved Next store now delivers Down Under for $7.95. A small price to pay for something I miss so badly. It was MY store. A store where I knew I'd get sorted with whatever I needed. And it's sorely missed.
But to be honest, I don't have any time to shop. My days and nights are filled with work, social times with friends and the continual refubishment of this gaff. Every day we get a little closer to the conversion of an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan.
There's not enough time in the days though to get this operation underway and converted the way I'd like it. Poor long suffering husband gets up each morning at 5am for his work and has to re-start when he gets home doing the DIY he has become so good at. And I have gotten used to.
I want this and this and this and that... and I don't want it tomorrow. I want it NOW. I want an extra bedroom and I want it NOW. I want a big kitchen and I want it NOW. I want a massive fridge with an ice machine and filtered chilled water dispenser and I want it NOW!
I just have to remain a little patient and keep chipping away at the project we have on our hands. We have a fibreglas swimming pool sitting on the back garden like a randomly landed UFO just waiting to be installed and it's solar powered heating sits in the back of my car until such time as the 12x4m hole gets dug.
But we have plenty of time on our hands I suppose to get these things done. Good things come to those who wait, eh??
We have a couple of visitors scheduled to land on our doorstep over the next few months and I'm sure they won't believe their eyes as to how much they've grown. My 11-year-old now measures in at a whopping 5ft 7in - whopping for an 11-year-old!
He obviously has his mother's genes - who continues to have trouble getting trousers long enough. Although I did discover last week that my much missed and beloved Next store now delivers Down Under for $7.95. A small price to pay for something I miss so badly. It was MY store. A store where I knew I'd get sorted with whatever I needed. And it's sorely missed.
But to be honest, I don't have any time to shop. My days and nights are filled with work, social times with friends and the continual refubishment of this gaff. Every day we get a little closer to the conversion of an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan.
There's not enough time in the days though to get this operation underway and converted the way I'd like it. Poor long suffering husband gets up each morning at 5am for his work and has to re-start when he gets home doing the DIY he has become so good at. And I have gotten used to.
I want this and this and this and that... and I don't want it tomorrow. I want it NOW. I want an extra bedroom and I want it NOW. I want a big kitchen and I want it NOW. I want a massive fridge with an ice machine and filtered chilled water dispenser and I want it NOW!
I just have to remain a little patient and keep chipping away at the project we have on our hands. We have a fibreglas swimming pool sitting on the back garden like a randomly landed UFO just waiting to be installed and it's solar powered heating sits in the back of my car until such time as the 12x4m hole gets dug.
But we have plenty of time on our hands I suppose to get these things done. Good things come to those who wait, eh??
Tuesday 31 May 2011
Working girl
THIS past month has seen aplenty. I was offered a new desk job out of the blue that now sees me working two jobs totalling a 40hr+ week. And I'm exhausted.
Not a lover of things that change, I'm not doing too bad in my acceptance. Although I'd rest a little easier if I could shed a few of those forty hours to spend time organising home life as I see fit.
The boys are getting to the stage where they need to be here, there and everywhere for sports events and training and socialising ... and even the school pick up now we live more than an ample stone's throw away from the school gates.
So to fill my working week, I work two days being part of a busy team at a pest control company working a desk job to rid the peninsula of its eebie-jeebies. And there's plenty of them by my reckoning. Not that I've actually seen any yet but they're definitely out there - as the office records show.
And for four days - two full and two in part - I rock up as a receptionist at a local and groovy hair salon. My bosses - an extremely successful businesswoman and her extremely hard-working husband - are just gorgeous. They treat me like a princess and ooze a nature that I warmed to in seconds.
In the early days, I must admit to feeling a tad jaded that the job wasn't for me and felt an uneasiness that came with the role of 'looking after' a well established group of young female hair stylists and what they were all about ... but the marital management team gave me the gusto to get on with it and gets things under my wing.
So after unexpectedly landing myself all this extra work, some girlfriends suggested we escape the Melbourne winter for a four night stay on the Gold Coast to celebrate the 40th birthdays of two of the girls. From which we've just returned.
Six of us boarded the jet for a quickie two hour flight north, met by a stretch limo and pinstriped driver. Champers on the way to our new temporary home was served up while we giggled like teenagers on their way to a Blue Light disco.
Our 33rd floor apartment took in oceanic views and throughout our stay at Surfers Paradise, we laughed and talked and drank and chilled. Peppered with the odd bit of goldfish racing, we came to the end of our stay and headed back to our husbands and families.
Now it's back to reality and the 40hr+ working weeks that put us in the commanding position to be able to live this lifestyle we're living. And loving...
Not a lover of things that change, I'm not doing too bad in my acceptance. Although I'd rest a little easier if I could shed a few of those forty hours to spend time organising home life as I see fit.
The boys are getting to the stage where they need to be here, there and everywhere for sports events and training and socialising ... and even the school pick up now we live more than an ample stone's throw away from the school gates.
So to fill my working week, I work two days being part of a busy team at a pest control company working a desk job to rid the peninsula of its eebie-jeebies. And there's plenty of them by my reckoning. Not that I've actually seen any yet but they're definitely out there - as the office records show.
And for four days - two full and two in part - I rock up as a receptionist at a local and groovy hair salon. My bosses - an extremely successful businesswoman and her extremely hard-working husband - are just gorgeous. They treat me like a princess and ooze a nature that I warmed to in seconds.
In the early days, I must admit to feeling a tad jaded that the job wasn't for me and felt an uneasiness that came with the role of 'looking after' a well established group of young female hair stylists and what they were all about ... but the marital management team gave me the gusto to get on with it and gets things under my wing.
So after unexpectedly landing myself all this extra work, some girlfriends suggested we escape the Melbourne winter for a four night stay on the Gold Coast to celebrate the 40th birthdays of two of the girls. From which we've just returned.
Six of us boarded the jet for a quickie two hour flight north, met by a stretch limo and pinstriped driver. Champers on the way to our new temporary home was served up while we giggled like teenagers on their way to a Blue Light disco.
Our 33rd floor apartment took in oceanic views and throughout our stay at Surfers Paradise, we laughed and talked and drank and chilled. Peppered with the odd bit of goldfish racing, we came to the end of our stay and headed back to our husbands and families.
Now it's back to reality and the 40hr+ working weeks that put us in the commanding position to be able to live this lifestyle we're living. And loving...
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