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.
This week signalled the start of a brand new school year. Moody is now officially a high-school kid with his transition to year seven, and Mischief and Mayhem are now both in their junior years of primary school and I have changed from purely online study at university to also doing on campus study with TAFE.
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 🙂 ).
I am so happy today that my oldest baby is turning 9, so not really my baby anymore, we are in fact entering the tweenage years. So we had our usual celebration of birthday music pumping through the house to wake him up followed by a dance party in the hallway and then present opening.
So as many parents in blended family’s can attest even though you are sending your kid to their other parent, and you know they are thrilled and you know their other parent will probably spoil them rotten it can still be hard to be the one standing at the airport gate as the plane takes off.