So, now that I have been dumped by my husband am a single parent, everything is up to me around here.
At first, the task seemed really overwhelming. There have been sleepless nights (Thank God there is a time delay, so I can call people overseas and they are still up and awake) and alot of tears. The ex geeky toy boy lover and I have held negotiations. Not everything is 100% final. It will take time. A plan is being formed slowly.
Each step has hurt. Each strand that connected us together is being cut. It has been painful. Small things like opening my own bank account in my own name has hurt. A reminder that there is no ‘us’, there is just me.
And while this is all going on, we have to live life. We can’t just get off the merry go round for a bit and get back on when we are ready. I have busied myself with ‘distractions’ , video nights for the kids, letting them sleep upstairs with me on the odd night. I have a couch that folds out into a bed and it is always folded out right now, just in case.
I have been saying goodbye to a dream.
While I have been saying goodbye to that dream, new dreams are emerging. While I have been feeling such grief, new empowerment is forming.
I have low days where I give myself permission to be kind to myself. I ordain the day a “can’t be arsed’ day. It’s a quiet day where we just chill. I will not tell myself I am letting down the kids or myself or anyone on those days. It is simply the kind of day that is needed.
With my new found energy, I am throwing myself into what energises me. The children, Supernatural, the animals, Supernatural, Fundraising, Supernatural, and persuing my goals and dreams. Oh and Supernatural….lol
I need to be realistic about the animals. I simply can not keep them all, it is no longer financially viable. Another painful decision that I have had to make, but make it I have.
I have used a chain saw !!!! I cut up some firewood that has been sitting there for yonks. It was so cool. I have no idea why I thought it would be so hard.
On fine days, I get the kids outside with me and we clean pens, feed kids, collect eggs and tidy around the place. One of the things we I had wanted to do outside was planter boxes. We were I was going to build them ourselves myself with the help of Celtic Dingo of course, as he LOVES to work with his hands.
So on Tuesday, I went and bought the wood needed for a simple planter box.
I used 100×100 posts and had them cut at 0.5m long We needed 10.
I then got 8 planks that were 1.8 m in length. I had 2 of them cut into 0.6m lengths.
I have to say, the lads at Bunnings were really helpful !!!
I also bought some black polythene to line the box.
On Wednesday morning, we got outside and set to work.
Being the scrapbooker that I am **rolls eyes** (soon, I keep telling myself, one step at a time) I had to document the event, much to Celtic Dingo’s joy.

Celtic Dingo just wanted to get on with it.


WGO was in charge of handing out the nails, as you can see Celtic Dingo was in his element and Celtic Lad shared in hammering the nails in as did I. These are the short ends.
When I did the long ends, a strange thing happened. When Celtic Dingo knelt on the plank and I hammered, the sound of the hammer hitting the nail further and further in to the plank and post, did a scale. We honestly heard it Doe, rae, me, so, far, la, tee, doe. Though sometimes the last tee, doe sounded a little off key.
When Celtic Dingo got off the plank, we heard nothing. This obviously just wowed the kids, (Ok, I was wowed too) and we discussed how the vibrations could be creating sound. All of a sudden, I felt like Miss Frizzle in the Magic School Bus.
So WGO and Celtic Lad sat on each end of the planks while Celtic Dingo hammered out a tune !!!

Here is the almost final product !!

Is it just me, or does it look incredibly like a pine box coffin?? **snigger snigger** I did suggest to the Coven, that if Jock goes missing in the next wee while, they know nothing.
Another good thing about building this myself is the cost: approx NZD$75. So once I finish this one, I will be making more to put around the place.
I ABOUT DIED READING THIS.
Go back and look at what you typed. I was so somber reading how you had to finally get rid of the animals.
Next paragraph begins, “I used a chain saw!!!”
MY HEART DROPPED.
LOL.
*whew*
Oh, my.
By: Mrs. C on October 30, 2009
at 1:20 pm
Just guessing here, reading between the words a bit, you like that Supernatural show? Ha Ha.
The planter box is lovely, I can’t wait to see pics of it fully planted.
Kudos on the chainsaw. I probably couldn’t even lift one.
By: river on October 30, 2009
at 8:07 pm
My kids were 8 and 10 years old when I got divorced. My kids slept in my room after the divorce for months. BTW, your kids are adorable. It looks like they had fun building.
I’ve been divorced for 20 yeaqrs but can’t ever seem to get rid of my wasband. I am fortunate he is a great wasband.
I’m sure things will get better for you but I know it does take time and keeping busy helps.
By: joanharvest on October 30, 2009
at 8:09 pm
I am so proud of you! Using chain saws, getting your own bank account, building planter boxes, being SuperMom!! Wow!
You are an amazing woman and your kids are lucky to have such a strong and loving mother.
Hang tough, WS!
By: trishatruly on October 31, 2009
at 1:27 am
What a handy team of kiddos you have! And you, their Fearless Leader, are doing just brilliantly!
By: birdpress on October 31, 2009
at 9:35 am
To simply get through one day at a time is a good thing, and the only way to do it, I know.
I love the optimism and “can do” tone of this post too.
Hard to keep a good woman down I always say.
By: anonymum on October 31, 2009
at 11:10 am
See?
You’re discovering what we always knew about you…
You’re an all-round Super Gal who can do anything !
By: Jayne on October 31, 2009
at 12:28 pm
Wow, chainsaw? You are brave!
I thought I was doing good when oldest DS and I figured out how to use the memory stick without having DH here to help. Computers and peripherals are NOT my strong point but it’s something I am going to have to learn.
One day at a time chickie. And if you need someone to call that can totally relate, feel free to call me.
By: Jane on November 1, 2009
at 9:22 am
Wow – your planter box looks lovely. It looks as if you’ve always known how to put one together! So very professional looking. I know you’ve been going through some rough times lately but I can see that you are learning a bit more about yourself and I think you can do things you never knew possible. You go, girl! Keep on keeping on!
Hugs to you!
By: teeni on November 3, 2009
at 9:17 am
Mrs C ~ Oops, I see what you mean. lol
River ~ I am a HUGE Supernatural fan, lol.
Joan ~ I love the term wasband. It is still weired ringing people to cahnge things into my name and say that my husband and I have separated. I don’t know what else to call him.
Trish & Birdpress ~ Thank you !!! I appreciate the encouragement.
Amum ~ I so want to make a comment about a woman going down, but I won’t…. lol. Yeah, just trying to take small bite size steps.
Jayne ~ I might make me a cape with a big ‘S’ on it.
Jane ~ I will be emailling you. Stay in touch.
Teeni ~ Thank you. I am going to be making more.
By: widdleshamrock on November 3, 2009
at 9:30 am
Hugs and prayers for you all. The planter box looks great.
I’m impressed by all the things you are doing, especially the chainsaw.
By: leechbabe on November 3, 2009
at 10:22 am
Bows down in awe!!!
Well done woman – the finished product will always be a living scrapbook.
By: jeanie on November 12, 2009
at 7:11 pm