Meh.
Once again over a month has flown past since I found the time and motivation to sit down and write, it seems so inconceivable to me that I used to make updates 4 or 5 times a day all those years ago when I first started an online journal, but then I was so miserable then, had loads of angst to get out!
It's going to be 31 degrees today, Ash is at work and Amelia is sitting on her chair eating toast and watching Lilo and Stitch for the 10th time this week, I now know every work to it off by heart, oh well, lucky I love the movie! Same feelings do NOT apply to the playschool DVD my bother bought her for her birthday, argh I am so SICK of getting the songs stuck in my head!!
Work is going okay, there is nothing exciting to report. It's a job. The people are people, some nice some aloof. Haven't found anyone to make friends with as yet, so still having lunch alone, but it's okay. I'm going back to RSPCA on Monday to have lunch with some of the girls, will be interesting to see how psychobitch reacts when she sees me. Pfft to her.
SO much has gone wrong in the last few weeks. I don't think the universe is trying to upset me personally, but I think someone out there has been enjoying watching all the crap that fell on us!
First my car died at work, in the pouring rain, after just about everyone had gone home and the RACV were having technical difficulties and couldn't answer the phone. Luckily one of the few people left at work on a Friday night had a little jump start machine and got it going long enough for me to get home. So I got the battery replaced.
The guy who replaced the battery didn't give it a work out like he was supposed to and as a result the stupid car kept stalling every time I slowed down, so the RACV came back again and fiddled with it.
Then a week later the starter motor went, in the daycare parking lot, on my way to work, on a day I had back to back meetings, in a spot that a tow truck couldn't get to. So I had to help the towie push the car out of the parking lot so it could be towed. Had a recommendation for a mechanic so got towed there, only to find he'd gone away on holidays and shut up shop for 2 weeks so had to find another one. Finally got the car unloaded, Ash left work and picked me up so I dropped him back to work then went myself, 2 hours late on week 3 *sigh*.
I was very thankful it had happened on pay day (Tuesday), only to check my bank and find no money. I spoke to the payroll people and was assured it would go in that night and be clear in time to pick up my car in the morning (Wednesday). It didn't. Mum had to lend me money to pay for the car - but when I went to pick it up, it wasn't ready, the guy I spoke to hadn't passed on the message to the boss that I had managed to get the money and was coming. *ARGH*. So had to go back the next day (Thursday we're up to now) on my lunch break to get it.
On Saturday Ash was at work and I was just going to get a few things at the shops before mum came over. I started driving and heard this awful noise, looked out the window and realised I had a flat tyre. I couldn't get the lug nuts off the car so was going to leave it there and walk to the shops when this guy who lives in the flats behind me came along and told me that he'd already helped 2 other people change their tyres that morning, someone had slashed a whole heap of tyres the night before. I told him I didn't nee dhelp and I would just walk to the shops and leave the car there til my husband got home, but he was insistent and refused to let me leave until he had changed it. Was a bit weird.
I walked to the shops and back and saw a tow truck coming down the street so went to have a sticky beak. The old guy 2 doors up was having his car towed as all 4 tyres had been slashed. I felt sorry for him and very lucky that only one had been done on ours.
Fast forward to Tuesday and Ash is shaking me awake at 6.45am, all 4 tyres on the other car have been slashed, and the whole street has been done again. The police are now investigating, but I don't think they are very hopeful.
In the middle I had bought a toilet training seat for Amelia that didn't come with bolts, a dog door for Maddy that didn't lock like it was suppsoed to, had 1 lot of friends forget to come over, our parent group cancel the kids birthday lunch, and I forget what else crappy happened. Oh yeah, Maddy is a pain in the but who barks all night and wakes us up, driving me nuts with lack of sleep.
Ah well, hopefully all the bad crap is over now as I still owe mum money and am just not mentally up to anything else shitful happening! I spent days trying to be thankful that everyone is healthy and blah blah blah, but seriously, thats a lot of shit to go wrong in a week!
Amelia is now 2 and has been having some wicked tantrums, but mostly she is still a pretty great kid and you can forgive everything when she cuddles you and says "love you mummy". Or when you are walking home and all of a sudden she goes "FANtastic!" out of the blue making you laugh hysterically.
Well I've got tons of washing to hang out, I better go and do something!
It's going to be 31 degrees today, Ash is at work and Amelia is sitting on her chair eating toast and watching Lilo and Stitch for the 10th time this week, I now know every work to it off by heart, oh well, lucky I love the movie! Same feelings do NOT apply to the playschool DVD my bother bought her for her birthday, argh I am so SICK of getting the songs stuck in my head!!
Work is going okay, there is nothing exciting to report. It's a job. The people are people, some nice some aloof. Haven't found anyone to make friends with as yet, so still having lunch alone, but it's okay. I'm going back to RSPCA on Monday to have lunch with some of the girls, will be interesting to see how psychobitch reacts when she sees me. Pfft to her.
SO much has gone wrong in the last few weeks. I don't think the universe is trying to upset me personally, but I think someone out there has been enjoying watching all the crap that fell on us!
First my car died at work, in the pouring rain, after just about everyone had gone home and the RACV were having technical difficulties and couldn't answer the phone. Luckily one of the few people left at work on a Friday night had a little jump start machine and got it going long enough for me to get home. So I got the battery replaced.
The guy who replaced the battery didn't give it a work out like he was supposed to and as a result the stupid car kept stalling every time I slowed down, so the RACV came back again and fiddled with it.
Then a week later the starter motor went, in the daycare parking lot, on my way to work, on a day I had back to back meetings, in a spot that a tow truck couldn't get to. So I had to help the towie push the car out of the parking lot so it could be towed. Had a recommendation for a mechanic so got towed there, only to find he'd gone away on holidays and shut up shop for 2 weeks so had to find another one. Finally got the car unloaded, Ash left work and picked me up so I dropped him back to work then went myself, 2 hours late on week 3 *sigh*.
I was very thankful it had happened on pay day (Tuesday), only to check my bank and find no money. I spoke to the payroll people and was assured it would go in that night and be clear in time to pick up my car in the morning (Wednesday). It didn't. Mum had to lend me money to pay for the car - but when I went to pick it up, it wasn't ready, the guy I spoke to hadn't passed on the message to the boss that I had managed to get the money and was coming. *ARGH*. So had to go back the next day (Thursday we're up to now) on my lunch break to get it.
On Saturday Ash was at work and I was just going to get a few things at the shops before mum came over. I started driving and heard this awful noise, looked out the window and realised I had a flat tyre. I couldn't get the lug nuts off the car so was going to leave it there and walk to the shops when this guy who lives in the flats behind me came along and told me that he'd already helped 2 other people change their tyres that morning, someone had slashed a whole heap of tyres the night before. I told him I didn't nee dhelp and I would just walk to the shops and leave the car there til my husband got home, but he was insistent and refused to let me leave until he had changed it. Was a bit weird.
I walked to the shops and back and saw a tow truck coming down the street so went to have a sticky beak. The old guy 2 doors up was having his car towed as all 4 tyres had been slashed. I felt sorry for him and very lucky that only one had been done on ours.
Fast forward to Tuesday and Ash is shaking me awake at 6.45am, all 4 tyres on the other car have been slashed, and the whole street has been done again. The police are now investigating, but I don't think they are very hopeful.
In the middle I had bought a toilet training seat for Amelia that didn't come with bolts, a dog door for Maddy that didn't lock like it was suppsoed to, had 1 lot of friends forget to come over, our parent group cancel the kids birthday lunch, and I forget what else crappy happened. Oh yeah, Maddy is a pain in the but who barks all night and wakes us up, driving me nuts with lack of sleep.
Ah well, hopefully all the bad crap is over now as I still owe mum money and am just not mentally up to anything else shitful happening! I spent days trying to be thankful that everyone is healthy and blah blah blah, but seriously, thats a lot of shit to go wrong in a week!
Amelia is now 2 and has been having some wicked tantrums, but mostly she is still a pretty great kid and you can forgive everything when she cuddles you and says "love you mummy". Or when you are walking home and all of a sudden she goes "FANtastic!" out of the blue making you laugh hysterically.
Well I've got tons of washing to hang out, I better go and do something!