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Sometimes my posts, are funny, sometimes they are not and sometimes you just shake your head in disbelief.
Even though WordPress is an open internet platform where everyone can have a nosy about everyone and everything, I have chosen to have my blog posts on privat for now.
After all this is a free world, right?!
So this will be the only post which does not require a password, for all following ones, all you need to do is ask!
Until the next time…
Shocked, Disgusted & Thoughtful
Recently I was talking with a co-worker. We where talking about our families and our (my) current living arrangements.
When I told her, that I left the house to my ex she ice cold said:
“I would have not done that. You have given up a career for the children. He should sell the house and give you half of the money as you earned it, you are entitled to it!”
I very consciously decided to bring life into this world. I wanted these children. And I was lucky enough that my ex earned enough so that I could stay at home and get to spend precious time with them and raise them.
I, decided to stay at home and not work!
My ex has been paying the mortgage and will continue to do so. So why, when I don’t contribute to it, am I entitled to the house and the money?
Only because I gave birth to his children? That is just ridiculous!
Why are people still so materialistic? Money does not make you happy!
This co-worker will definitely not become a friend of mine, I can tell you that!
She Visited Me- In my Dreams
A couple of days ago I woke up.
I felt all cozy and happy and at peace.
I dreamt of my grandma. She visited me in my dreams. I can’t remember what the dream was about.
When I awoke, I wanted to fall back asleep. So bad. But it did not happen.
My grandma passed away a couple of years ago, but I am a great believer when it comes to the dead visiting you (in different ways).
Usually it would be on halloween, or in form of a robin. This time it was in my dream.
I like to believe that we had a nice conversation about everything that has been going on in my life recently.
I am sure every now and again she would have started a sentence with
“Oh well child…”, just like she used to do when she wanted to open my eyes about certain things.
When she was still alive, I would call her whenever I felt bad. Or even when I needed advise for random things. Or just to talk. I would always call her…
Nowadays when I feel sad the first thing that comes to my mind is, to call her. Still after so many years. And then realisation hits. I can’t call her. She is not here anymore. She can’t give me advise and reassure me that everything will work out eventually.
But I am very certain, that in my dream she did just that!
She told me I will find my way and that everything will be just like I imagine it will be. And I am sure, she hugged me and held me tight only the way she could.
I am sure she was happy to hear, that I found someone who takes care of me and who protects me so she doesn’t have to worry.
When I woke up I felt loved and save. She came when I needed her the most.
Thank you, Grandma.
I love you.
Until the next time.
I work in care. Before I started my new job I heard everywhere “how rewarding” this job is. It was mentioned in the job description, in videos and on the job interview.
Come on, people! I am sorry, but this is just and sounds, so ridiculous! “Rewarding”.
Lets face the reality of this job:
When you have to wash clients and wipe their backside, change their stoma bags (for those of you who don’t know what this is: it is a bag glued to your front full of poop!), put cream on bits you rather would not touch and let them call you names, not to mention that some try to bite and hit you, THAT IS NOT “REWARDING”!
This is a fairly easy job. You help them through the day in every aspect, wether it is personal care, going shopping or spending time with them. If they need medication, you medicate them. The only thing you need to have is patience, compassion and a thick skin.
That is basically it!
People don’t do this job because it is rewarding, they do it because they get paid to do it!
And to those who do this job:
You don’t get paid enough, I don’t get paid enough. We are modern slaves! My bank account is permanently overdrawn. At least once per week I get to sit for up to two hours in my car (unpaid) to wait for my next client. Time between clients are not paid which means, I could be out for 10 hours but only get paid 7!
There are no better paid jobs at the moment, Covid is still residing in good old Scotland. . .
What can one do???
You are my special person
I am holding you in my heart
And that keeps me alive