where trouble melts like lemon drops

All is Ok here.
I am counting down the days till not only do I see my Isaac, (6 sleeps)
But until I get to experience civilization again, ( 9 sleeps)
 
I talk to Ike on the phone every day or so depending on our working hours.
And I nearly always end up crying when we say goodbye. Half because I miss him so much, and I miss having him to talk to and bounce things off, and because I am so so so stressed out at the moment, I really need to bounce a lot off him. Or just have him here to give me comic relief, as he is so good at that.
 
But I am not coping at the moment, with work being really busy, and trying to do stuff at home, the real estate is in my ear about viewing times, and doesn’t understand that I work hospitality hours.
Anne was supposed to come back to work on Saturday, but its now Monday and she’s still not here. She is also having Tuesday off. She is just stretching and stretching it out, mean-while I would love to have an extra few hours to be able to move…
 
I am stressed about money, and getting things done, about my flight out of this shithole (I am not the best flyer).
Mojo is getting stressed, I try not to show it when I am around him, as I firmly believe that dogs pick up on your emotions, so I try to keep normal at home. I am packing and stuff, but I take 5 minutes out to cuddle him and throw the ball up and down the hallway and play chasies. He has started to cry whenever I am away from him, even in the car, which is something he has never done before.
All will be ok soon, he will have more than enough company with 3 people in the house and Georgie and Shadow to look after him.
I do worry about my little Garcon.
 
Its been raining so I haven’t been able to do the driveway.
 
I am ok, and I need to keep reminding myself that.
Everything will be done,
and by the time Ike lands on Monday morning at 2am, he will never even know about the stress I have been killing myself with…

Freaking out about Money, and how much I will have to spare.
If I will get a job, if Ike and Sexy Pete will travel down ok without hassle…
I know I am a worrywart ok…
 
What else can I tell you besides my worry and my state of mind at times.

I am not a black and pink haired girl anymore.
I am white blonde with a purple streak underneth.  I did it myself. Because i am a tight arse at the moment.
Its ok, it is taking some getting used to, as it surprises me every time i see myself in the mirror.
I do miss my pink hair though, miss the comments, and having something different.
I had it for about 7 months.Oh Ike arrives back on our 8 month anniversary.
Man have we been through alot in our 8 months.  But I have never been so sure, and its half because of the shit we have been through, that makes me sure that I want to be with him.
Would love us to think about buying a house this year.  Fingers crossed that he feels the same way about me.

Anyway, i can leave now.  So i will…
Busy busy day tomorrow at work.

Much love

~KIPPER~
xxx