This is how I have described my life recently on a couple of occasions.
On reflection though, I do kind of wonder when the fun kicks in.
I went out with a bunch of friends from Uni yesterday. We went to a friend's house to stuff show bags for orientation week next week. I laughed so much my sides hurt and I was completely exhausted - in a good way - when I got home. I slept like a baby!
This morning I woke up feeling very tired though, very much like, 'Well, it's back to reality now.' I said to the Grumpy Old Man that I feel like I'm working and working but not getting a lot of reward for all the work.
I didn't get the job I interviewed for last week. It was very disappointing. I know I can do that job, I've done the job before, I just wasn't able to convince the employers that I was the right person to hire. I was left wondering if I will ever be able to convince anyone of that. Rejection sucks. Being broke sucks even more!
Today we received the news that the owner of our property is looking to sell. Yep, that's right 11 months on from last years new about the owner wanting to sell and we're right back in the same situation, and it really stings. We love this house so much, we'd happily buy it, unfortunately we don't have the means to do that.
We're both still unemployed, so it's a bit scary to be looking for a house again, especially as this time we will only have been in the previous property for less than a year (this does not make us look like stable clients, even though it is not our choice).
Of course, there is the possibility that the new owners will be investors and will want to keep us on as clients - that just has never happened before.
The thought of packing this house up and moving again, borrowing the money for removalists from MIL, again, trying to make the house a home, again, just leaves me cold. I feel physically ill at the prospect. The Grumpy Old Man wasn't sure whether to scream or assume the foetal position on hearing the news.
Hectic is right. Between kids at two schools, me at Uni, caring for MIL, Braille lessons, committee duties, and the general every day running of a household of six, we never seem to get 'a day off'. That's not a problem, that's life. However, the stress of never having enough income to cover everyday financial demands, not being able to secure any kind of regular employment to boost income, and this constantly being moved on from pillar to post malarky is in no way fun.
Still, we manage to laugh, every day, one way or another. Laughing costs nothing. I need to start sharing more of the fun we have on this blog, just to remind myself that we do have it!