The show must go on! Life must go on! We are moving on!
It's no secret what a horrid year this has been but we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and get back to it.
So here we are again at the start of another bushfire season for Victoria - hubby has already been to several small fires and is bracing for another tough season.
Myself, I am readying myself for my last child to begin kinder next year, and my first child to begin high school. Middle child remains at primary school. What a range of emotions and hormones in this house at the moment!!! Poor hubby!
I love my children to bits and I love to be with them and I love their company. I love school holidays and I love when they have days off. I even secretly like it when they are too sick to go school. I know - I'm a weirdo!
I used to (still do sometimes) do drive bys of the school at lunchtime just to see if I could see them in the playground.
Most mums I know are gleefully rubbing their hands together at the school gate and happily waving their children off to school in anticipation of many hours to themselves. Me? Not so. I am so sad at losing my little right hand man. Who am I going to talk to? Who will I feed? Who will I comfort? Who will I play with? Who will I laugh and cry with?
Problem solved.
Meet Penny.
Approx 4 months old (515gms)
Before I had children I used to do this.
I had always shared stories with my children about the joys and rewards of raising orphaned and injured wildlife and we had always spoken about doing it again - together.
Approx 5 Months old (700gms)
About 2 months ago we were on our way to spend a couple of days in the big smoke of Melbourne. We had travelled about ten minutes down the road when we came across a large Wombat in the middle of the road. She had been hit by a car or truck and she was dead, but inside her pouch was a very cold and sad baby wombat (a joey).
We continued on our way as I frantically warmed the baby as best I could (at times like this I am grateful for big boobs!) Oh snigger if you wish - but it is the quickest way to warm them up!
We called in to the wildlife shelter that I have volunteered for on and off over the years and left this little girl with them so we could continue our few days in Melbourne.
I couldn't get this little girl out of my head. Neither could the kids. So we discussed the possibilties as a family and decided that she was a sign that we needed to take up wildlife care and rescue again. Together. Poor hubby!
So we picked her up on the way home and dusted off all the old equipment and pouches and bottles and got right to it!
Three weeks later --------
Meet Bob!
Approx 3 months old (295 gms)
So here we are now with two baby wombats who fulfil my need to feed and nurture and love at all times.
I am so in love!!
Life is good and it's getting better!
Cheers from here!
It's no secret what a horrid year this has been but we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and get back to it.
So here we are again at the start of another bushfire season for Victoria - hubby has already been to several small fires and is bracing for another tough season.
Myself, I am readying myself for my last child to begin kinder next year, and my first child to begin high school. Middle child remains at primary school. What a range of emotions and hormones in this house at the moment!!! Poor hubby!
I love my children to bits and I love to be with them and I love their company. I love school holidays and I love when they have days off. I even secretly like it when they are too sick to go school. I know - I'm a weirdo!
I used to (still do sometimes) do drive bys of the school at lunchtime just to see if I could see them in the playground.
Most mums I know are gleefully rubbing their hands together at the school gate and happily waving their children off to school in anticipation of many hours to themselves. Me? Not so. I am so sad at losing my little right hand man. Who am I going to talk to? Who will I feed? Who will I comfort? Who will I play with? Who will I laugh and cry with?
Problem solved.
Meet Penny.
Approx 4 months old (515gms)Before I had children I used to do this.
I had always shared stories with my children about the joys and rewards of raising orphaned and injured wildlife and we had always spoken about doing it again - together.
Approx 5 Months old (700gms)About 2 months ago we were on our way to spend a couple of days in the big smoke of Melbourne. We had travelled about ten minutes down the road when we came across a large Wombat in the middle of the road. She had been hit by a car or truck and she was dead, but inside her pouch was a very cold and sad baby wombat (a joey).
We continued on our way as I frantically warmed the baby as best I could (at times like this I am grateful for big boobs!) Oh snigger if you wish - but it is the quickest way to warm them up!
We called in to the wildlife shelter that I have volunteered for on and off over the years and left this little girl with them so we could continue our few days in Melbourne.
I couldn't get this little girl out of my head. Neither could the kids. So we discussed the possibilties as a family and decided that she was a sign that we needed to take up wildlife care and rescue again. Together. Poor hubby!
So we picked her up on the way home and dusted off all the old equipment and pouches and bottles and got right to it!
Three weeks later --------
Meet Bob!
Approx 3 months old (295 gms)So here we are now with two baby wombats who fulfil my need to feed and nurture and love at all times.
I am so in love!!
Life is good and it's getting better!
Cheers from here!
