December turned out to be quite a busy month for us.
Our Krystal graduated from AUT with a Bachelor of Design.
Very proud of our girl.
We welcomed our latest grandson just before christmas.
Kyan William Baine.
Beautiful flat seas, gorgeous sunny days. No internet, no phone service. Just us.
Spent time with our grandbabies.
And now the holiday is over and work has begun.
So let's start with some good news.
It's been nearly a couple of months since I've had a hot flush.
After flippin years of suffering literally dozens a day it just stopped. Like someone flicked a switch. It actually took me a little while to click. I feel like a new woman. My weight has been a battle and now things are finally improving again. It really feels like I'm over the hurdle and looking forward to what 2017 is going to bring health and weight wise.
Now for the not so good news.
As I mentioned in my last post - Mr T and I are childfree.
We had a few issues with Josh last year. After we came back from the Gold Coast his sister took him to the Dr where he blurted out that he wanted to kill himself and that he had a plan to drown himself in the pool. He had depression and social anxiety.
He ended up living with his sister for a couple of weeks, then he moved to Whangarei with his brother. Everybody thought they knew better than us and we were just bad parents. We copped a bit flack from Mr T's two oldest kids.
Only things didn't go quite as well as they thought and about three weeks ago they said they were bringing him home they had had enough.
I didn't want him home. He had developed a real bad behaviour issue with me and his dad and he was unbearable. He lasted one night at home then we had a big set to the next morning. Typical teenager - you can't make me, I don't have to etc. I made a phone call and got him into see a counsellor the next morning. I tricked him into going. When we got there he told her that he had overdosed on his medication. So it changed everything. The crisis team was called in. I didn't want Josh to come home. He needed to be somewhere where he could get help. I had to do my nut a couple of times. He's spent about a month in the hospital and now he has been transferred to a home where he can be rehabilitated.
Mr T and I are about to start counselling as well. We're having difficulty understanding what's really happening. His behaviour is just over the top and neither of us want him home. He's just so rude and nasty. Mr T feels guilt. I did initially but I feel differently now. I think he just didn't want to get out and get a job. He was quite happy to stay at home. I think alot of his threats are more attention seeking to stop him from starting to take responsibility for his own life instead of everyone doing it for him. I will agree that he probably has anxiety, but not to the extent that he can't overcome it. Laziness is a huge factor.
But in saying those things - I can't take the risk that there might be something wrong. Which is why I really pushed to make sure he was in a safe place and hopefully get the right help to put him on track.
So for now we are just taking it one day at a time.
In the meantime we are going to do our best not to stress.
Ciao for now.