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Wacky Wednesday...

Bloody Hell, what a day!!!

Had a big whinge this morning because the house is a tip, and I have no energy (really need to take those iron tablets more regularly) and there was no food in the house, and I had to cook dinner (which mean doing the dishes first because EVERY SINGLE DISH in the house is dirty) and pick the boys up from school...

Anyway, after my whinge, one of my wonderful doulas decided to deliver lunch to my door, so that I wasn't starving, at least - what a godsend!

I got a call from s-dad saying mum is hospital with a bad gallbladder attack (is there any such thing as a good gallbladder attack), so had to call bro to let him know. Then ordered some flowers to be delivered to the hospital - a poor second to actually being able to visit myself, but well, the Barossa Valley is a little far away from Melbourne...

Decided to do a round cab trip to pick the boys up, just don't have the energy or will to do the whole 4 buses round trip with toddler and 31 week belly in tow...

We're also having take away for dinner tonight, and I'll see if I can muster some energy to get those dishes done tonight so I don't have to worry about them tomorrow.

Then I look out the front window and discover a dump truck and mini digger parked IN OUR DRIVEWAY, blocking access to the outside world, so I chuck on a track suit and go out and investigate. Some council guy has just finished pulling up the footpath outside out house (thanks for the warning, NOT) and was about to rip up the flower beds in front of our neighbour's house. I told him that would NOT be a good idea, and he should at least let them know first, so he muttered something about leaving them a note and coming back tomorrow...

Well, at least he's gone now and I can actually get out to the road, albeit past a great big bloody hole in the footpath outside out letterbox...

What the hell is going on today? Maybe the gods were having a slow day and needed some amusement? Who knows... Well, have called the school to inform the boys dad won't be picking them up today and they need to get to the front gate asap because mum will be picking them up in a cab again today... Soooo happy this baby is weeks off yet, wouldn't want to be dealing with today AND a newborn!!!

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