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Move minus one week...

Tuesdays are my day off...

Tuesdays are my day off...

Tuesdays are my day off...

I wonder how many times I need to repeat it before it comes true?

Well, I didn't have to leave the house by 8am this morning, so that's something. Of course, with the Universe needing to keep everything in balance I do get to leave the house at 7.30am tomorrow and Thursday in order to do a two day course in CPR (getting a First Aid certificate, whoo hoo!!!).

Went to a local carpet store and bought a 7x3.6m off cut for the house. I'm having this cut into 4.8x2.75m to cover the hideous curling up carpet tiles in the loungeroom and 3.5x2m to cover Luey and Bryn's room. They look kind of like this, but the dimples are more subtle - I should have taken a photo, it's really quite nice. This colour is just about right, though...



A very kind and generous friend is giving us a gorgeous new rug that will cover the same hideous carpet in our study and then black rug that usually sits under our coff…

Let the neuroses begin!

Ok, the following isn't about mother-guilt. I don't do mother-guilt because, well, you do the best you know how at the time and afterwards you can't tie yourself in knots wishing you'd known what you didn't know. So, this post isn't about mother-guilt.

My head is full of, "How do I avoid screwing Bryn and Ari up during this stressful time?"

I screwed Erik up back around the time he was 3.5-4 years of age. Not intentionally, not at all intentionally, but through lack of understanding about his sensitivity and through lack of understanding about my own health issues.

When he was 3.5 I decided we needed a tree change - mostly I was just running away from post-natal depression and a bit of a rocky patch in our marriage, but it took a bit of counselling some years later to see it...

We moved to Bendigo and Dave was still working in Melbourne, so I was at home for 12 hours a day with two very bright and very understimulated children. Luey was having HUGE sl…

Is being a Stay-at-home-mum a luxury?

This question was posed on a parenting forum recently and I found myself in turmoil trying to answer this question for myself.

I've always thought it wasn't.

It's certainly nothing like spending a day in a spa, or going on a holiday to Tahiti (I'm guessing about that last point as I've never been on a holiday to Tahiti or anywhere like that). In my experience it can be a hard slog on bad days and certainly tiring on good days. It's also very, very rewarding (in hindsight, mostly, I've found). Having been a SAHM (whether the S stood for "stay" or "studying") for the past 10.5 years, I can say I preferred that role to the alternative - you know, having to go out to work or study and leaving my babies with someone else, however loving (even my lovely Dave).

But now I'm seeing a different perspective on the concept of "luxury". Luxury doesn't always mean opulence, and with regard to being a stay at home parent, I'd kin…

Oh yeah, I should be in bed (it's 1.35am)...

My ADD is getting me down.

Life is beyond hectic atm, and I know you're all going to say that is what the problem is, but...

My inability to focus long on something has never really gotten in my way. I've worked around it, yk? I've been aware of my ADD since I was 18, but cognitive behavioural therapy has been enough to keep things in check, and I guess I've also never done anything too demanding. Well, yes, I did a Masters degree back when I was pregnant with Erik (and subsequently, Luey), but I changed from a thesis to a coursework degree after Luey was born because of the post-natal depression and Luey's severe reflux (and all that entailed).

So, I've cruised along haphazardly making things work out in the end, but now I feel a bit overwhelmed about my inability to draw focus from my mind to get on with the work I know I need to do - and even WANT to do.

I have to finish this Masters this year but I'm just not doing the work (as this is going to facebook …

Let's get moving!

Well, I saw a psychic last August, and she asked me if we were planning on moving, and I said we'd been planning on moving for about three years but hadn't managed to get our act together enough to move. She then told me to start paring down because we'd be moving suddenly, "early next year"...

Ok, so we'd planned to move this year anyway. In August or September. Didn't think much of the psychic's words because, honestly, we had no interest in moving early in the year with everything else that was going on, besides which we wouldn't have the money to move until tax time, and aren't the kind of people who move "suddenly" at all!

But then, out of the blue, two weeks ago we got a notice to vacate by the first of June. June can't be consider "early" in the year by any stretch of the imagination. Neither of us have work, and besides which, we couldn't break our lease that ends on June 1st.

But then the landlords said w…

The go-ahead.

Well, good news! The landlords of our current place have given us the go ahead to give a months notice to move out. This means we will only have to pay rent for March if we can sure a house in the next couple of weeks, yay!

That doesn't mean we WILL secure a house in that time, but it's a great start!

We've found a couple of places we like:

This place looks good. We're going to go have a look at it on Saturday morning. On the upside, it's about the same vintage as our current place, so hopefully that means the landlords won't be too precious about us have a hoard of kids. It has all the stuff we want, locality, number of rooms, airconditioner and garage. On the other hand, I guess it's not very charming - not that that is the be all and end all, but it's kind of "just a house"...

We love THIS house though! The locality is great, and it has airconditioning and a garage as well, and is about the same price as the other house, BUT, oh so much …

HUGE WEEK!

I knew this week was going to be a big week, but it's been so mindbogglingly crazy that I'm feeling quite shell shocked as it comes to an end.



Many firsts this week.

Monday was not only the 1st day of February, but also the first day of the 1st term of the 2010 school year.

Monday was Erik's first day in grade 4, and Luey's first day in grade 3, which also marked Luey's first day of middle primary. He was no longer a junior school member! Luey was pretty excited about this, and that excitement was encouraged by the fact that his two besties had also been allocated to his class (much to everyone's relief, not least of Dave and myself!).

This week was the first time Erik and Luey got themselves to and from school under their own steam. They took the bus home on Wednesday alone - I did meeting them at the bus interchange, half way through their journey home, but they insisted I let them travel the rest of the way home themselves and take the alternative bus myself …