I,m only 4 days into my first week back at work and already I,m falling back into the disorganised menus and shopping trap. I was off of work for 11 weeks during which I managed to save a lot of money and remain on budget with groceries and spends, but already I am standing gazing into the pantry and fridge about 30 mins before Hubby comes home, with absolutely no idea what I am going to give him to eat. I,m going to have to give myself a quick kick up the rear and get back on track.
I had a bit of a teary day yesterday, and it all started when I heard that Sydney were celebrating the fact that they held the first Olympic games of the new Millenium 10 years ago. I was 50 that year, I remember that day as if it were yesterday, and in the past 10 years I have had 3 Grandchildren a Daughter-in-Law whom I love dearly and a soon to be Son-in-law whom I also love. My Mother-in-Law has stayed with us for 9 of those years and we have moved house 3 times. I still have both of my parents and after countless heart attacks and Leukemia I also still have my Husband. So why the tears ???? Because for the first time it has dawned on me that I have a lot more behind me than in front and I think I felt sorry for myself,silly is,nt it ?? there is nothing you can do to stop the passage of time and it,s something we all have to face. I have made a few decisions which will hopefully give me good quality of life as I age. I have picked my retirement date 2nd of January 2017. If I find that my 15 months as a casual worker are added onto my long service leave then it may be a bit earlier but it definitely won,t be any later. As well as the financial side of aging I am going to incorporate exercise into my life I,m not talking about Aerobic classes or heavy gym work. I,m talking about swimming and walking and I,m even thinking of learning ballroom dancing, if I can get Hubby onboard.
So far today I have spent nothing and intend to keep it that way, tomorrow is payday and the first one since my new rate of pay came in, it won,t be much but every little counts.