So I’ve joined the hip and happening people at Facebook and found out where some of my favourite bloggers have disappeared to.  After reading Billie’s recent post, I’ve got to agree with what she says about blogging.

When I started this blog, it was an outlet for the range of emotions that I was experiencing.  Now, although those emotions still exist on some levels, they don’t consume me.  I’ve come to terms with Moo’s disability and the effect that it is has on my life – a path that wasn’t planned but obviously was destined to be on some level.

I’m happy with where we are at.  I’m content that Moo is having a wonderful life.  I enjoy spending time with him and the other boys.   And the difficult times, although they still happen, are less frequent and not as upsetting.

There is always going to be somebody parking in the disabled zone or in front of the ramp access point.  Some ignorant person is always going to use the dreaded “s” and “r” words without realising why they shouldn’t.  I’m never going to have access to the funds I need to Moo’s rehabilitation and equipment needs.

But we will be okay because we will make do.  We will get what we need and adapt for the rest.  We will not listen to the ignorant people and will take down the rego of the naughty parkers.  It will be okay.

I’m not giving up blogging.  But if I’m not posting as often, that’s why.

On the home front, Scrappy is quickly approaching is 3rd birthday and moving into the “why?” phase.  He is developing a better relationship with Moo where they play together and joke around a lot.

Master C is presently living in the pool.  Although holidays are almost over, he hasn’t started going to bed earlier.  I think he will really suffer when he has to start waking up early again.

Moo has started with a new physiotherapist for rehabilitation at home.  Last time I said this, his physio at the time got insulted and sacked us – but – he really does work better with a male therapist.  Moo lives in an almost male household (me being the exception).  He feels comfortable with males.  And they understand him better.  He doesn’t want to sing songs.  He wants to talk about star wars and helicopters.

And hubby and I are making it through our exercise program.  Three kilograms down.  Only another 7 to go.

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