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By Jocie Ferron

Have you ever had those moments when you know you should be doing something (for example, writing this column). But your brain is off in so many different directions, firing off so many different thoughts, that you have 10 different Google browsers open looking up 10 different things while knowing you must run out the door in the next 30 minutes to take the dog for a walk with a friend? Well that’s me right now!

I am sure all mums, especially mining mums who are often doing it alone, have similar crazy days and moments. The feeling that you are constantly playing 'catch up' on life. The kitchen stays a mess even though you seem to keep cleaning it. The pile of dirty and washed clothes gets higher even though you keep folding and putting it away. The dinner gets thrown together at the last moment even though you have had all day to think about it. My husband jokes (but I am sure there is a bit of seriousness in there) that all I do on my days off is watch daytime television and eat bonbons.

If only! Some days I would love nothing better than to sit down to a cheesy romantic daytime movie (even better if it was a Christmas movie) and relax.

So here is an example of me 'eating bonbons'. Yesterday began at 5.30am, up with the dog, then getting the kids to the bus on time, then trying to clean up a bit. From 9am I ran from one errand to the next, picked up the kids from school at different finish times, sorted out my vacation for the year (which in the world of nursing and short staffing can be tricky), bought plants to finish the front garden, took the dog to the vet (which I had forgotten about until 30 mins before the appointment), planted the plants, cooked dinner, then off to the final Scouts ceremony for the year. Followed by walking the dog, kids getting ready for bed and then finally, by 9pm, sitting down to relax.

I think sometimes my days off are busier than my work days!

And just to top it all off, my youngest son's hamster, a new fixture at our house, decided it was time to leave this world and frolic into hamster heaven. So, thrown into an already busy day was one of those precious mum moments. There were hugs and tears, a small burial, short stories written, and then ice-cream to celebrate Joey's little life. Oh, and let’s not forget dealing with my eldest who had convinced himself that Joey the hamster was going to come back as a rabid zombie and eat his brains! Try dealing with that with a straight face… Ha! OK I didn’t! But he went to bed without seeming too distraught.

So back to my brain working in overdrive. Well, there is a good reason for that. We finally came to a concrete decision that, providing all the stars align, we will return to Australia to live. Cue the bubbling excitement that is now constantly under the surface of my thoughts. This isn’t going to happen for another couple of years (but who’s counting down already?) and having moved internationally before, we want to make sure we are in the best position when we move. It takes time working out the intricacies of when is the best time for the kids and schooling? How to move the dog? Then visas, passports, Crohn’s medication, selling houses and saving up a buffer.

But YES! Here is to me counting down the next three winters!

I plan to make the most of summer: gardens, camping, BBQs, heat and beaches! Take every opportunity to be a tourist, see new things, and experience life on the Canadian east coast because soon enough it will just be a wonderful memory. Enjoy summer! 


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Australian nurse Jocie Ferron was volunteering in Mongolia when she met her French-Canadian husband, who was working in the mining industry. After a few years living in Australia they decided to settle in Canada with their two young children. They enjoyed a few years in a north Quebec mining town (where Jocie had daily adventures navigating life in French) and they've now settled in New Brunswick.