I am considering writing this on the bottom of a monthly update about the kids that I send to him in jail:
Moody’s Dad got his ass kicked out of his rental a couple of weeks ago, he apparently hadn’t paid his rent on time repeatedly and so no surprise they declined to renew his lease. As a result he asked if we wanted to borrow his couch. I figured win for me because I can put off buying one for the play-room, and win for him because he can get a smaller storage unit. The downside of course is that he is now renting a room in a share house. Moody is 12, sleeping on the floor of his fathers room every other weekend isn’t really a great option. So now Moody’s Dad is parking his ass in the play-room every other weekend or so to spend time with Moody. Fun times.
But all in all it’s a small sacrifice and at least he is respecting my space.
Last Friday there was a lights show in the city where we live. I took the kids out on the second last night of the show to see what it was all about and got some pretty good photos. Dad has given me his old DSLR Canon 500D which is a great beginners camera. So I figured 2 birds, one stone.
They had a pretty good time and aside from being worried the whole time that I was going to lose one of them in the crowd so did I, which is always a nice coincidence.
So we are now into week 3 of the Uni Semester. And I am still here! All of my TAFE work has been submitted on time which is a huge plus. I was worried that by this stage i would be rocking in a corner somewhere.
I can’t say that I have dated much as a single mum. The first time I became a single mum I pretty much lived as a hermit, I met my first boyfriend at work and then about a year after that finished I met Tinman again at a funeral of a mutual friend. This time around I have been a bit more proactive but not by much. I have signed up to a couple of dating sites (I actually signed up to the first one the same night he walked out, in an attempt to reassure myself that there were decent men out there…. I am almost entirely sure that was a mistake!) and have had some interest thrown my way but I have just found that throughout this first year I am just not interested, or rather no-one has had me interested enough to get past the first date. Continue reading
It is amazing how much change a year can make. Have you ever really looked at it? You notice a year pass when you have small kids because they change so much from one year to the next, they go from being a newborn to a toddler in a year (give or take). That’s huge. But once you get to be an adult years pass one much like the previous, your wrinkles get a little deeper, your hair a little more grey (unless of course you are like me and dye it religiously). Rarely does a single year make such a huge impact in your life. I mean it takes years to do the major things, buy a house, build a career, get a degree, save for a big holiday (or is that just a me thing?) A little over a year ago my whole world imploded.
Wow this semester really kicked my butt!! I mean REALLY kicked my behind. I knew that Research Methods was never going to be a cake walk because HELLO statistics. But I wasn’t quite prepared for the full reality of the situation. This is the first time that I have genuinely felt completely out of my depth in this course and boy did it show!! I will be lucky to have passed if I am being perfectly honest. But I suppose the saving grace is if I fail then I can re-take the module. Continue reading
So that house inspection that I was so confident of passing… yup I flunked it. She is coming back in 2 weeks to re-inspect. Apparently our agent is known around town for being a complete hardass. So we have a list of stuff she wants fixed, some of her complaints were completely fair:
- Grass growing in the garden beds – although it was there before we moved in
- oven dirty – I have no excuse, none at all, I just didn’t get there.
- mould in the showers … yeah lets not even go there I am squicked out as well. But it was little enough that I genuinely just missed it. Note to self exit mould is my friend in this house!
But some of it was just ridiculous:
- The back patio needs sweeping
- the floors aren’t vacuumed – I vacuumed them 2 days before I just hadn’t done them before she arrived.
- the door tracks had grass in them – as in dead grass from when we mowed the lawns 2 days ago….
- Moody’s bedroom was messy
- There was (shock horror) hair on my ensuite floor…
So Housework Wednesday
There are some minor bits and pieces that have changed since yesterday chiefly among them that he kitchen was MUCH neater and Mayhem’s shoes weren’t in the middle of the lounge but this is what she was pretty much looking at and we still got busted. But lesson learned, when the agent is a hardass play the game and sweep the damn floors!! But seriously I have an oven cleaning kit sitting in my kitchen and have already exit moulded the showers (I think that will become a weekly habit actually 🙂 ).
Well I think it would be fair to say that my head is already spinning and my desk has devolved into some sort of paper pit! I am more than a little overwhelmed but looking so forward to learning as much as possible (don’t worry I have been told that this optimism kick I am on will wear off soon).
So far everything is pretty much tickety boo, I have all of my classes signed in, all of my books and am ahead in my reading (although one of my class lecturers insists on us reading a half dozen different texts OUTSIDE of our class text as required reading… which we have to look for… welcome to uni right?) and am feeling somewhat in control although I fear that I will have to get mighty efficient very fast because this dawdling that I am doing is not going to help in the long run. I am not quite sure how to make that happen though. So far I have been restricting my reading time to Mondays while Mischief and Moody are at school while Mayhem is watching TV and then nap times the rest of the week and after they’re all in bed. I will probably have to work on Saturdays and start getting up earlier as well.
Today I finished up watching one of the videos assigned on Freud and how his work was impacted by the times which is interesting as well as blogging (hello) and then just now I did a T25 workout which was AWESOME. Literally dripping with sweat as I type… which is not a mental picture you needed I am sure! But it really is a kickass workout. Although my feet are killing me from all of the jumping, although I am a runner I am convinced that I must land differently when running to when I am doing this because my feet are so danged sore! Hopefully that will ease once my body gets a little more used to the program.
This afternoon we have park time on the schedule which means that I will probably do a few pull-ups and whatever else I can think of while we are there. I am done with feeling like a blimp, I want back into my skinny clothes NOW! After that the In-laws are coming for dinner which will be lovely – they are in town but have been staying away out of some sense of – I don’t know what, worry maybe that they are going to upset me by being here, but truthfully I actually enjoy it. They are lovely people and they love my kids and my DH and I genuinely LIKE them not just love them so I have no idea but I can’t seem to convince them that it’s OK for them to come more often.
Busy day but I am happy as a pig in mud, and seeing as I currently smell just like said pig I am going to go shower and change and wash these clothes so that I can rinse and repeat tomorrow – it is going to be a long 60 days.
Oh No!! Housework Wednesday is here again and I see no improvement! In fact there is even more mess I would be pretty confident to say….
But to be honest allot of the mess is either moving chaos, The Man mess (he has been home for the last 2 days and only went back to work this morning!) or I just CANNOT be bothered mayhem.
So to sum up the Mess Makers have been running riot in the lounge room but that can all pretty much be picked up by the end of the day. Aside from the box on the coffee table, that I cannot pick up and it will have to wait for The Man because it is full of kids books and is VERY heavy.
The dining room is pure moving chaos. There is stuff everywhere. it is not pretty but it is the place that made the most sense for stacking boxes.
The kitchen is just me not being bothered today. I have picked up bits and pieces but I will finish it off before The Man gets home tonight.
The master bed? That I can’t explain.