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@nzzp Some years back and this coincided with me having no money, I did a bit of home brewing. Tried some kits which were shit (likely go have improved significantly since), but then got a book entitled “Brewing beers like those you buy”. Hands down this was a fucking bible. Great recipes and explicit instructions. Most importantly though was introducing one to a new terminology.
The first time I sparged my wort, I was so happy.
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@catogrande said in Happiness Scale:
@nzzp Some years back and this coincided with me having no money, I did a bit of home brewing. Tried some kits which were shit (likely go have improved significantly since), but then got a book entitled “Brewing beers like those you buy”. Hands down this was a fucking bible. Great recipes and explicit instructions. Most importantly though was introducing one to a new terminology.
The first time I sparged my wort, I was so happy.
I'm married so I do that all the time.
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Back on the serious therapy side of things: Catharsis time!
Fuck, I need to get a holiday in. While I love working from home, and have vocally stated my preference to go back to the office rarely, I realise that I'm slowly getting more and more disengaged with life in general. Rugby season should help with that, but I'll then be operating at two speeds, which is also producing a bit of anxiety in itself.
I've also thought about what happens if I wanted a new job - can I keep these arrangements in some fashion? Because the flexibility is working for me, and I have no aspirations to become Mr Career Man, so maybe I'm just better off having this job that is good enough. Work to live and all that.
I'm also on the flat part of the curve in this work, where a year ago I was learning Google Cloud Platform and building things from scratch. Now I have to get it into production and make it supportable, which is boring as bat shit.
Throw in the fact that we've brought in a team to help, and they're all enthusiastic and stuff, but I keep having to re-state proper ways of doing this, given I've been doing data work since before some of them started school. I then question myself as to whether I'm just a grumpy old man The way they're proposing to do things is nice and fast and Agile and all that, but I've read this book before, and know it isn't going to work over the longer term when I'm the one left holding the can.
Physical relationship with the wife has slowed to a crawl since new year, as she takes over her new position with more managerial responsibility; not that she doesn't push that shit to the limit with working after hours and on weekends. "Oh but this needs to be delivered by X" says she, failing to look ahead and see the lineup of stuff that will always need delivering by X. Or Y. Or Z.
I feel like there is very little time left for me. I don't bother bringing it up; her fallback is to tie everything back to her Mum's dementia and ongoing existence - it isn't much of a life - and really that situation hasn't significantly changed in over a year now, for any of us. But I feel like the wife isn't looking for meaningful ways of dealing with this, and in that she's just like her Mum: pretend like we're just tough women who can deal with anything, when really they're a fucking mess.
I've also noticed us getting a bit snippy with each other; her snippiness is probably in response to mine, which is driven by the fact I do not feel loved/wanted/appreciated. I do my best to keep a lid on that.
At least I've got the kids.
Have started teaching the boy to drive now he's on his learner's permit. Occasionally (very) stressful but it's a life skill, and he can pick me up from the pub in a year or so when I don't need to supervise. His guitar work continues to impress me, as he picked up a classic guitar recently and is working hard on Spanish styles and learning themes from his favourite anime. He's gotten over some of the bullshit he was feeling last year, and maturing into his own person, which is good to see. Also being able to pick his own subjects to study for his HSC has given him an enthusiasm for schoolwork.
The Daughter Unit is my rock as far as support networks go, despite the recent acquisition of a boyfriend (they're both 13). More than ever, I am appreciating the frank and honest discussions we have about life in general, and specific issues when they arise. She's smart, funny, and a little bit weird, but it is her maturity that gets to me sometimes; she got dressed for an outing recently, and I thought she should easily be mistaken for someone several years older.
The skinny little bastard who managed to grab her eye is punching waaaaay outside his narrow-arsed weight division.
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@nta said in Happiness Scale:
The skinny little bastard who managed to grab her eye is punching waaaaay outside his narrow-arsed weight division
WEIGHTIST!!
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@nta said in Happiness Scale:
Physical relationship with the wife has slowed to a crawl since new year, as she takes over her new position with more managerial responsibility; not that she doesn't push that shit to the limit with working after hours and on weekends. "Oh but this needs to be delivered by X" says she, failing to look ahead and see the lineup of stuff that will always need delivering by X. Or Y. Or Z.
I feel like there is very little time left for me. I don't bother bringing it up; her fallback is to tie everything back to her Mum's dementia and ongoing existence - it isn't much of a life - and really that situation hasn't significantly changed in over a year now, for any of us. But I feel like the wife isn't looking for meaningful ways of dealing with this, and in that she's just like her Mum: pretend like we're just tough women who can deal with anything, when really they're a fucking mess.
have to say that part really rung true for myself, it was one of the reasons i tried to get back into sport, got tired of sitting around at night whilst she worked
last night was a classic example, wasn;t going to go to practice, was coing around to hitting up the home games to cheer the boys on...then she said she would probably be working till 10 so i thought fuck it and went...and got roped in to manage and now im pretty much back committed
Its not a nice feeling though, glad to hear you take such enjoyment and pride in your kids, thats cool, our friends kids are all still young so not really at the "can have a proper grown up conversation with) stage.
My dad died when i was 17, i kind of learned to accept it quite quickly but every so often i miss the fact i never got to buy him a beer, he never saw me play for our club, enjoy that shit when it roles around
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any of the ex-pats missing NZ? last couple of weeks i really have been, for i think the first time ever? I think i heard a Muttonbirds song which sort of kicked it off. Now everything. I need to stay off Stuff (for a number of reasons) but just the shots of the country make me a bit melancholy. Simple shit like generic looking NZ houses and streets, let alone landscapes.
Miss my friends (one of my best mates has a baby girl who is already 1 and i have never met). Even miss my family for god's sake.
I am guessing it's the combination of 2.5 years since i was there, and the knowledge i can't just go there if and went i want to
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@mariner4life said in Happiness Scale:
any of the ex-pats missing NZ? last couple of weeks i really have been, for i think the first time ever? I think i heard a Muttonbirds song which sort of kicked it off. Now everything. I need to stay off Stuff (for a number of reasons) but just the shots of the country make me a bit melancholy. Simple shit like generic looking NZ houses and streets, let alone landscapes.
Miss my friends (one of my best mates has a baby girl who is already 1 and i have never met). Even miss my family for god's sake.
I am guessing it's the combination of 2.5 years since i was there, and the knowledge i can't just go there if and went i want to
Sorry about the Muttonbirds ... I think I know where you heard it.
I'm completely the opposite. I'm hating New Zealand at the moment. Absolutely hating it. It's probably jealousy all in all, but there's something about the attitude of what I read in the NZ rags that rubs me up the wrong way. Supreme arrogance about absolutely everything in the columns, horrific, woke reporting of the Meghan scandal (Piers Morgan was declared as "disgraced" in one headline) & delusions of importance in the word far becoming of the small country I call home. Hell, the papers seem to think having median house price 25-30x the average salary is something to celebrate.
Don't take it personally though folks, the problem is mine, I know it.
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@majorrage said in Happiness Scale:
@mariner4life said in Happiness Scale:
any of the ex-pats missing NZ? last couple of weeks i really have been, for i think the first time ever? I think i heard a Muttonbirds song which sort of kicked it off. Now everything. I need to stay off Stuff (for a number of reasons) but just the shots of the country make me a bit melancholy. Simple shit like generic looking NZ houses and streets, let alone landscapes.
Miss my friends (one of my best mates has a baby girl who is already 1 and i have never met). Even miss my family for god's sake.
I am guessing it's the combination of 2.5 years since i was there, and the knowledge i can't just go there if and went i want to
Sorry about the Muttonbirds ... I think I know where you heard it.
I'm completely the opposite. I'm hating New Zealand at the moment. Absolutely hating it. It's probably jealousy all in all, but there's something about the attitude of what I read in the NZ rags that rubs me up the wrong way. Supreme arrogance about absolutely everything in the columns, horrific, woke reporting of the Meghan scandal (Piers Morgan was declared as "disgraced" in one headline) & delusions of importance in the word far becoming of the small country I call home. Hell, the papers seem to think having median house price 25-30x the average salary is something to celebrate.
Don't take it personally though folks, the problem is mine, I know it.
yeah it was you that kicked it off!!
Your post genuinely made me laugh. If i judged a country on its press i would hate absolutely everywhere.
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@majorrage said in Happiness Scale:
@mariner4life said in Happiness Scale:
any of the ex-pats missing NZ? last couple of weeks i really have been, for i think the first time ever? I think i heard a Muttonbirds song which sort of kicked it off. Now everything. I need to stay off Stuff (for a number of reasons) but just the shots of the country make me a bit melancholy. Simple shit like generic looking NZ houses and streets, let alone landscapes.
Miss my friends (one of my best mates has a baby girl who is already 1 and i have never met). Even miss my family for god's sake.
I am guessing it's the combination of 2.5 years since i was there, and the knowledge i can't just go there if and went i want to
Sorry about the Muttonbirds ... I think I know where you heard it.
I'm completely the opposite. I'm hating New Zealand at the moment. Absolutely hating it. It's probably jealousy all in all, but there's something about the attitude of what I read in the NZ rags that rubs me up the wrong way. Supreme arrogance about absolutely everything in the columns, horrific, woke reporting of the Meghan scandal (Piers Morgan was declared as "disgraced" in one headline) & delusions of importance in the word far becoming of the small country I call home. Hell, the papers seem to think having median house price 25-30x the average salary is something to celebrate.
Don't take it personally though folks, the problem is mine, I know it.
First time logging onto Stuff.co.nz ?
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@majorrage cutting out as much news and social media as possible (feasible) is a great start.
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@mariner4life it's the shift change. It was always full of shit. But now it's we are better and full of shit.
@MN5 the stuff columnists really are the worst people on earth. I'm not sure any of them have actually left NZ and have a clue how anything really works.
@Paekakboyz it'll always be home for me though mate, so do like to keep an eye on it.
Adddendum: For some reasons I always remember way back yonder, some kiwi on this site having a go at a resident pom who was baiting on the poaching debate. I think the kiwi's retort was something along the lines of "you wouldn't have a clue about living in a society with other cultures mate, your just a bunch of white english folks in the uk" .... I swear to god, that poster is now a stuff columnist.
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@majorrage said in Happiness Scale:
@mariner4life it's the shift change. It was always full of shit. But now it's we are better and full of shit.
@MN5 the stuff columnists really are the worst people on earth. I'm not sure any of them have actually left NZ and have a clue how anything really works.
@Paekakboyz it'll always be home for me though mate, so do like to keep an eye on it.
Agree100%. It takes a special kind of parasite to write absolute shit and get paid fuck all for it.
Then again some of us write absolute shit on here and don’t get paid at all so who are we to judge ?
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@mariner4life said in Happiness Scale:
any of the ex-pats missing NZ?
I'm not an ex-pat and I'M fucking missing it. June Long Weekend 2020 with Redbeard just for the sake of getting over there and watching some local park rugby? Nup, fucked.
We had plans to do NZ and Fiji in the same year but that is all shit. It is as the point where I got a pop-up for the Limestone Coast in South Australia and it looks like fucking paradise.
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@majorrage then keep tabs through us!! far superior reporting that any social media bullshit, and yes I am looking at you Stuff!!
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@nta said in Happiness Scale:
Back on the serious therapy side of things: Catharsis time!
Fuck, I need to get a holiday in. While I love working from home, and have vocally stated my preference to go back to the office rarely, I realise that I'm slowly getting more and more disengaged with life in general. Rugby season should help with that, but I'll then be operating at two speeds, which is also producing a bit of anxiety in itself.
I've also thought about what happens if I wanted a new job - can I keep these arrangements in some fashion? Because the flexibility is working for me, and I have no aspirations to become Mr Career Man, so maybe I'm just better off having this job that is good enough. Work to live and all that.
I'm also on the flat part of the curve in this work, where a year ago I was learning Google Cloud Platform and building things from scratch. Now I have to get it into production and make it supportable, which is boring as bat shit.
Throw in the fact that we've brought in a team to help, and they're all enthusiastic and stuff, but I keep having to re-state proper ways of doing this, given I've been doing data work since before some of them started school. I then question myself as to whether I'm just a grumpy old man The way they're proposing to do things is nice and fast and Agile and all that, but I've read this book before, and know it isn't going to work over the longer term when I'm the one left holding the can.
Physical relationship with the wife has slowed to a crawl since new year, as she takes over her new position with more managerial responsibility; not that she doesn't push that shit to the limit with working after hours and on weekends. "Oh but this needs to be delivered by X" says she, failing to look ahead and see the lineup of stuff that will always need delivering by X. Or Y. Or Z.
I feel like there is very little time left for me. I don't bother bringing it up; her fallback is to tie everything back to her Mum's dementia and ongoing existence - it isn't much of a life - and really that situation hasn't significantly changed in over a year now, for any of us. But I feel like the wife isn't looking for meaningful ways of dealing with this, and in that she's just like her Mum: pretend like we're just tough women who can deal with anything, when really they're a fucking mess.
I've also noticed us getting a bit snippy with each other; her snippiness is probably in response to mine, which is driven by the fact I do not feel loved/wanted/appreciated. I do my best to keep a lid on that.
At least I've got the kids.
Have started teaching the boy to drive now he's on his learner's permit. Occasionally (very) stressful but it's a life skill, and he can pick me up from the pub in a year or so when I don't need to supervise. His guitar work continues to impress me, as he picked up a classic guitar recently and is working hard on Spanish styles and learning themes from his favourite anime. He's gotten over some of the bullshit he was feeling last year, and maturing into his own person, which is good to see. Also being able to pick his own subjects to study for his HSC has given him an enthusiasm for schoolwork.
The Daughter Unit is my rock as far as support networks go, despite the recent acquisition of a boyfriend (they're both 13). More than ever, I am appreciating the frank and honest discussions we have about life in general, and specific issues when they arise. She's smart, funny, and a little bit weird, but it is her maturity that gets to me sometimes; she got dressed for an outing recently, and I thought she should easily be mistaken for someone several years older.
The skinny little bastard who managed to grab her eye is punching waaaaay outside his narrow-arsed weight division.
You’ve always been a grumpy bugger 😏Not sure if 40s is old but it certainly sometimes feels like it.
Unfortunately I can sympathise and relate to the wife/Partner situation. Thankfully she’s at least making an effort and willing to talk about it but it’s difficult shifting from honeymoon mode to (unnecessary stress) and barely time for a hug. I’ve made it quite clear that that isn’t good enough for me and hopefully things will improve. It just astounds me how women can get so hung up on stuff and just completely block their partners out. I have a crazy stressful life as well, but I’ll always make time. What is a relationship without intimacy? A friendship? No thanks.
But looks like your kids are great and that’s awesome. It isn’t easy navigating the ridiculous world we now inhabit. Smart phones and social media are an absolute curse.
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@rancid-schnitzel said in Happiness Scale:
@nta said in Happiness Scale:
Back on the serious therapy side of things: Catharsis time!
Fuck, I need to get a holiday in. While I love working from home, and have vocally stated my preference to go back to the office rarely, I realise that I'm slowly getting more and more disengaged with life in general. Rugby season should help with that, but I'll then be operating at two speeds, which is also producing a bit of anxiety in itself.
I've also thought about what happens if I wanted a new job - can I keep these arrangements in some fashion? Because the flexibility is working for me, and I have no aspirations to become Mr Career Man, so maybe I'm just better off having this job that is good enough. Work to live and all that.
I'm also on the flat part of the curve in this work, where a year ago I was learning Google Cloud Platform and building things from scratch. Now I have to get it into production and make it supportable, which is boring as bat shit.
Throw in the fact that we've brought in a team to help, and they're all enthusiastic and stuff, but I keep having to re-state proper ways of doing this, given I've been doing data work since before some of them started school. I then question myself as to whether I'm just a grumpy old man The way they're proposing to do things is nice and fast and Agile and all that, but I've read this book before, and know it isn't going to work over the longer term when I'm the one left holding the can.
Physical relationship with the wife has slowed to a crawl since new year, as she takes over her new position with more managerial responsibility; not that she doesn't push that shit to the limit with working after hours and on weekends. "Oh but this needs to be delivered by X" says she, failing to look ahead and see the lineup of stuff that will always need delivering by X. Or Y. Or Z.
I feel like there is very little time left for me. I don't bother bringing it up; her fallback is to tie everything back to her Mum's dementia and ongoing existence - it isn't much of a life - and really that situation hasn't significantly changed in over a year now, for any of us. But I feel like the wife isn't looking for meaningful ways of dealing with this, and in that she's just like her Mum: pretend like we're just tough women who can deal with anything, when really they're a fucking mess.
I've also noticed us getting a bit snippy with each other; her snippiness is probably in response to mine, which is driven by the fact I do not feel loved/wanted/appreciated. I do my best to keep a lid on that.
At least I've got the kids.
Have started teaching the boy to drive now he's on his learner's permit. Occasionally (very) stressful but it's a life skill, and he can pick me up from the pub in a year or so when I don't need to supervise. His guitar work continues to impress me, as he picked up a classic guitar recently and is working hard on Spanish styles and learning themes from his favourite anime. He's gotten over some of the bullshit he was feeling last year, and maturing into his own person, which is good to see. Also being able to pick his own subjects to study for his HSC has given him an enthusiasm for schoolwork.
The Daughter Unit is my rock as far as support networks go, despite the recent acquisition of a boyfriend (they're both 13). More than ever, I am appreciating the frank and honest discussions we have about life in general, and specific issues when they arise. She's smart, funny, and a little bit weird, but it is her maturity that gets to me sometimes; she got dressed for an outing recently, and I thought she should easily be mistaken for someone several years older.
The skinny little bastard who managed to grab her eye is punching waaaaay outside his narrow-arsed weight division.
You’ve always been a grumpy bugger 😏Not sure if 40s is old but it certainly sometimes feels like it.
Unfortunately I can sympathise and relate to the wife/Partner situation. Thankfully she’s at least making an effort and willing to talk about it but it’s difficult shifting from honeymoon mode to (unnecessary stress) and barely time for a hug. I’ve made it quite clear that that isn’t good enough for me and hopefully things will improve. It just astounds me how women can get so hung up on stuff and just completely block their partners out. I have a crazy stressful life as well, but I’ll always make time. What is a relationship without intimacy? A friendship? No thanks.
But looks like your kids are great and that’s awesome. It isn’t easy navigating the ridiculous world we now inhabit. Smart phones and social media are an absolute curse.
He’s even grumpier in real life than on the fern
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@mn5 said in Happiness Scale:
@rancid-schnitzel said in Happiness Scale:
@nta said in Happiness Scale:
Back on the serious therapy side of things: Catharsis time!
Fuck, I need to get a holiday in. While I love working from home, and have vocally stated my preference to go back to the office rarely, I realise that I'm slowly getting more and more disengaged with life in general. Rugby season should help with that, but I'll then be operating at two speeds, which is also producing a bit of anxiety in itself.
I've also thought about what happens if I wanted a new job - can I keep these arrangements in some fashion? Because the flexibility is working for me, and I have no aspirations to become Mr Career Man, so maybe I'm just better off having this job that is good enough. Work to live and all that.
I'm also on the flat part of the curve in this work, where a year ago I was learning Google Cloud Platform and building things from scratch. Now I have to get it into production and make it supportable, which is boring as bat shit.
Throw in the fact that we've brought in a team to help, and they're all enthusiastic and stuff, but I keep having to re-state proper ways of doing this, given I've been doing data work since before some of them started school. I then question myself as to whether I'm just a grumpy old man The way they're proposing to do things is nice and fast and Agile and all that, but I've read this book before, and know it isn't going to work over the longer term when I'm the one left holding the can.
Physical relationship with the wife has slowed to a crawl since new year, as she takes over her new position with more managerial responsibility; not that she doesn't push that shit to the limit with working after hours and on weekends. "Oh but this needs to be delivered by X" says she, failing to look ahead and see the lineup of stuff that will always need delivering by X. Or Y. Or Z.
I feel like there is very little time left for me. I don't bother bringing it up; her fallback is to tie everything back to her Mum's dementia and ongoing existence - it isn't much of a life - and really that situation hasn't significantly changed in over a year now, for any of us. But I feel like the wife isn't looking for meaningful ways of dealing with this, and in that she's just like her Mum: pretend like we're just tough women who can deal with anything, when really they're a fucking mess.
I've also noticed us getting a bit snippy with each other; her snippiness is probably in response to mine, which is driven by the fact I do not feel loved/wanted/appreciated. I do my best to keep a lid on that.
At least I've got the kids.
Have started teaching the boy to drive now he's on his learner's permit. Occasionally (very) stressful but it's a life skill, and he can pick me up from the pub in a year or so when I don't need to supervise. His guitar work continues to impress me, as he picked up a classic guitar recently and is working hard on Spanish styles and learning themes from his favourite anime. He's gotten over some of the bullshit he was feeling last year, and maturing into his own person, which is good to see. Also being able to pick his own subjects to study for his HSC has given him an enthusiasm for schoolwork.
The Daughter Unit is my rock as far as support networks go, despite the recent acquisition of a boyfriend (they're both 13). More than ever, I am appreciating the frank and honest discussions we have about life in general, and specific issues when they arise. She's smart, funny, and a little bit weird, but it is her maturity that gets to me sometimes; she got dressed for an outing recently, and I thought she should easily be mistaken for someone several years older.
The skinny little bastard who managed to grab her eye is punching waaaaay outside his narrow-arsed weight division.
You’ve always been a grumpy bugger 😏Not sure if 40s is old but it certainly sometimes feels like it.
Unfortunately I can sympathise and relate to the wife/Partner situation. Thankfully she’s at least making an effort and willing to talk about it but it’s difficult shifting from honeymoon mode to (unnecessary stress) and barely time for a hug. I’ve made it quite clear that that isn’t good enough for me and hopefully things will improve. It just astounds me how women can get so hung up on stuff and just completely block their partners out. I have a crazy stressful life as well, but I’ll always make time. What is a relationship without intimacy? A friendship? No thanks.
But looks like your kids are great and that’s awesome. It isn’t easy navigating the ridiculous world we now inhabit. Smart phones and social media are an absolute curse.
He’s even grumpier in real life than on the fern
Truth.
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@nta said in Happiness Scale:
@mn5 said in Happiness Scale:
@rancid-schnitzel said in Happiness Scale:
@nta said in Happiness Scale:
Back on the serious therapy side of things: Catharsis time!
Fuck, I need to get a holiday in. While I love working from home, and have vocally stated my preference to go back to the office rarely, I realise that I'm slowly getting more and more disengaged with life in general. Rugby season should help with that, but I'll then be operating at two speeds, which is also producing a bit of anxiety in itself.
I've also thought about what happens if I wanted a new job - can I keep these arrangements in some fashion? Because the flexibility is working for me, and I have no aspirations to become Mr Career Man, so maybe I'm just better off having this job that is good enough. Work to live and all that.
I'm also on the flat part of the curve in this work, where a year ago I was learning Google Cloud Platform and building things from scratch. Now I have to get it into production and make it supportable, which is boring as bat shit.
Throw in the fact that we've brought in a team to help, and they're all enthusiastic and stuff, but I keep having to re-state proper ways of doing this, given I've been doing data work since before some of them started school. I then question myself as to whether I'm just a grumpy old man The way they're proposing to do things is nice and fast and Agile and all that, but I've read this book before, and know it isn't going to work over the longer term when I'm the one left holding the can.
Physical relationship with the wife has slowed to a crawl since new year, as she takes over her new position with more managerial responsibility; not that she doesn't push that shit to the limit with working after hours and on weekends. "Oh but this needs to be delivered by X" says she, failing to look ahead and see the lineup of stuff that will always need delivering by X. Or Y. Or Z.
I feel like there is very little time left for me. I don't bother bringing it up; her fallback is to tie everything back to her Mum's dementia and ongoing existence - it isn't much of a life - and really that situation hasn't significantly changed in over a year now, for any of us. But I feel like the wife isn't looking for meaningful ways of dealing with this, and in that she's just like her Mum: pretend like we're just tough women who can deal with anything, when really they're a fucking mess.
I've also noticed us getting a bit snippy with each other; her snippiness is probably in response to mine, which is driven by the fact I do not feel loved/wanted/appreciated. I do my best to keep a lid on that.
At least I've got the kids.
Have started teaching the boy to drive now he's on his learner's permit. Occasionally (very) stressful but it's a life skill, and he can pick me up from the pub in a year or so when I don't need to supervise. His guitar work continues to impress me, as he picked up a classic guitar recently and is working hard on Spanish styles and learning themes from his favourite anime. He's gotten over some of the bullshit he was feeling last year, and maturing into his own person, which is good to see. Also being able to pick his own subjects to study for his HSC has given him an enthusiasm for schoolwork.
The Daughter Unit is my rock as far as support networks go, despite the recent acquisition of a boyfriend (they're both 13). More than ever, I am appreciating the frank and honest discussions we have about life in general, and specific issues when they arise. She's smart, funny, and a little bit weird, but it is her maturity that gets to me sometimes; she got dressed for an outing recently, and I thought she should easily be mistaken for someone several years older.
The skinny little bastard who managed to grab her eye is punching waaaaay outside his narrow-arsed weight division.
You’ve always been a grumpy bugger 😏Not sure if 40s is old but it certainly sometimes feels like it.
Unfortunately I can sympathise and relate to the wife/Partner situation. Thankfully she’s at least making an effort and willing to talk about it but it’s difficult shifting from honeymoon mode to (unnecessary stress) and barely time for a hug. I’ve made it quite clear that that isn’t good enough for me and hopefully things will improve. It just astounds me how women can get so hung up on stuff and just completely block their partners out. I have a crazy stressful life as well, but I’ll always make time. What is a relationship without intimacy? A friendship? No thanks.
But looks like your kids are great and that’s awesome. It isn’t easy navigating the ridiculous world we now inhabit. Smart phones and social media are an absolute curse.
He’s even grumpier in real life than on the fern
Truth.
It certainly wasn’t an insult put it that way
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@rancid-schnitzel said in Happiness Scale:
You’ve always been a grumpy bugger 😏Not sure if 40s is old but it certainly sometimes feels like it.
I'm just jealous of all these little pricks with no responsibility and their European holiday experiences n shit.
It just astounds me how women can get so hung up on stuff and just completely block their partners out. I have a crazy stressful life as well, but I’ll always make time. What is a relationship without intimacy? A friendship? No thanks.
I think it is evolutionary - once the provider has been secured, the effort drops away. A mate of mine is up to his third wife, but comes from money so had a pre-nup in place in each case. He basically said to each one of them that there are standards and that he's not demanding, just has needs.
There is stress in everyone's life, but really think about what is important, yeah? Nobody on their deathbed will regret not spending more time at their desk.
I've impressed on both kids that while this mantra of Happyness they're getting sold is total bullshit, neither should they judge their own self worth on the word of others. If their school results aren't great, I don't actually care, while the wife goes mental because that's how she lives her life. My HSC result was well below par and I still earn as much as her. I don't kill myself at work, but know enough to make it look like I'm flat strap.
But looks like your kids are great and that’s awesome. It isn’t easy navigating the ridiculous world we now inhabit. Smart phones and social media are an absolute curse.
Daughter Unit was telling me about a girl in her year, who was always spoiled ever since they were together at Primary School - iPhone at 11, acrylic nails at 12, stacks of makeup etc.
Anyway this little cow ran off the rails a bit with her parents, who were always off travelling and leaving her with the aunt anyway, and she's been kicked out. Vapes, drinks stacks of red bull, and now there's a little bitch feud going on with her former best frenemy who is also a toxic bint. But it isn't happening face to face, oh no - these days they're making TikToks about each other
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