Uh oh

When the heater turned itself off and would not come back on yesterday, brrrrr, I went looking for the cause.

Only to discover that the fridge was off, the dishwasher had stopped, the computers were off and the washing machine had stopped too. And various lights would not come on through out the house.

First up it made me realise how much power I was drawing, eek, and then I went looking for the cause.

The safety switch had flipped, so I went round unplugging and switching off, until I was able to turn the switch back.

Ok, everything seemed fine.

Until the evening when I slung a load of cloth nappies in the washing machine and it wouldn't go beyond beep, beep, beep, graunching sound, switch off. 

Uh huh.

Our last washing machine (really old second hand top loader) cacked itself on a load of cloth nappies too.

Two years and eight days ago, to be precise.

Where's the paper work with the warranty?

Oh, the warranty's two years?

Not two years and eight days?

With thoughts of this running through my head...

I rang the store, who rang the warranty people, who said they WILL cover it under warranty, woohoo!

Ahh, modern conveniences, where would we be without them?

In a river, beating clothing on rock I suspect.

On the to-do list....

Ok, well I'm somewhat over my conniption fit and am managing to ignore the fact that we're supposed to be in house-buying mode.

Instead, I tackled one of the things I've been wanting to do at our 'new' house.....

I bought these two little guys:

Baby blueberry trees, already with little nubs that will apparently turn into real blueberries, if I can keep the birds off them.

They should grow to around 1 metre high and will do fine in pots, so that's where I intend to keep them.

The boys came with me to the garden centre, so not only did we come away with the blueberries and the recommended azalea mix for planting them in, we also brought home a flowering cyclamen for Mr 5, some flowering violas for Mr 2, 2 pairs of kid sized gardening gloves, 3 trowels and 2 miniature spray bottles.

But that's ok.

Mr 5 is always pestering me to buy flowers, so now he has his own.

Mr 2 is so taken with his flowers that they are residing on a stool beside his bed tonight.

Mr 5 hates getting his hands dirty, so with his gloves he will hopefully get into the dirt with me instead of just instructing me how to do it while watching from the sidelines.

Mr 2 loves to get dirty so his gloves are really just for show.

And we had no trowels, so now we have three.

And the spray bottles? 

For spraying each other, of course!

I also got rid of some things on freecycle and have more being picked up tomorrow, and that's strangely a very uplifting feeling.

Onwards and upwards! 

Trying to Let. It. Go.

I've been having some 'moments' lately. 

Moments when I need to take a great big breath, roll my eyes (inwardly), bite my tongue and Let. It. Go.

And it doesn't even involve the kids.

It involves house buying....or more to the point, NOT house buying despite being offered the more than perfect opportunity house wise, price wise and location wise.

And it involves my nearest and dearest.

We have a five year old who needs to be enrolled in school for next next year, so to my mind, getting this house thing sorted out needs to become our priority. We will be changing suburbs, so enrolling him in school round here does not make much sense.

But, apparently, everything in life needs to be in PERFECT ORDER before you can buy a house. 

If everything is not in PERFECT ORDER, the house cannot be bought despite being practically handed to you on a plate.

(Keep in mind the market is HOT, supply is very limited, prices are higher every time I turn around and we have been house hunting for over 18 months.)

So.

I can either create World War 3 in our house and potentially in our marriage

or

I can Let. It. GO.

Let It Go.

See? There it goes.

Instead I will get a quote to fence the front so the kids can go outside by themselves.

(Something we never did because of the supposedly short term nature of our stay here.)

I will build some raised garden beds so I can grow some veggies.

(Never done, same reason as above.)

I will plant another lemon tree alongside the shared driveway and take drastic action on my current lemon tree which looks very forlorn. I've been itching to plant more fruit trees at our 'new place' but will make space here instead.

I will free-cycle some things I was planning on selling because I would like more space....now.

And I will enroll my five year old in the local school. 

Deep breath. Deep breath.

Just one of those days really....

Today has been one of those days. 

You know, one of THOSE days.

The boys were at it before breakfast, as my eldest just seemed to have climbed out of the wrong side of bed.

But eventually I got everyone sorted, hubby off to work with a packed lunch, kids happy doing DIFFERENT activities at OPPOSITE ends of our very small house and it seemed the perfect time to jump quickly in the shower.

OK, now a TMI warning, people....I think my brothers read this blog....this warning is for you....skip over the next paragraph and pick again at the purple text......consider yourself warned.....

I'm in the shower, trying to remove my Diva cup. Follow the link if you don't know what that is and want to know....remember the TMI warning!

(Actually I have a lunette but it's the same thing.)

And it took me about 20 minutes to get the darned thing out, I kid you not.

I thought it was gone for good.

Ok, any sensitive readers, it's safe to come back now 

And during this 20 minute time window the kids had migrated from their opposite corners of the house and were raiding my desk drawer. 

Which I had cleverly forgotten to lock.

So there were push pins all over the floor and the kids were fighting over who got the pedometer and there was stickytape over everything.

Eh, that part's fairly normal.

But then I combed out the freshly washed bad haircut.

And it's clearly obvious it's a BAD haircut.

You know when you've had your hair cut and you're thinking hmmmm, I'll just have to wash it myself and then we'll see how it looks?

Well, I got it cut last week and it wasn't my regular gal and the cut wasn't quite right.

So I went back last night for a bit more off (I have thick, longish, wavyish hair and if it's cut right, it's wash 'n' wear, which is perfect for me)

And this morning after washing it I realised it had gone from a not-quite-right cut to a really awful cut.

Think, a cross between this 

and this

but more mullety looking.

Omg.

So I spent the morning catching glimpses of myself in the mirror and alternating between laughing helplessly and thinking oh crap oh crap.

Which probably didn't help the mood in the house, as I had to drag the kids apart every 5 minutes, despite the fact that I'd just set up 2 separate cubbies for them to muck about in, taking over approximately half the house. They still managed to find their way into each other's pockets.

At the point when they were finally playing independently of each other, and me, it was of course time to pack up for Mr 5's swimming lesson.

Mr 5 DOES NOT like to be dragged off to a lesson of any sort when he's knee deep in bionicles, so declarations of "I am NOT going to my lesson" were to be heard as I bundled them out to the car. 

We all got in for a 'fun' swim before the lesson started, with me giving the "10 minutes to lesson", "5 minutes to lesson" countdown that parents know so well.

Well, lesson time rolled around and Mr 5 was NOT going to his lesson. It didn't help that his regular teacher wasn't there and there was a ring-in. Of course that would happen today.

Eventually, after threats and bribery, which were rendered  partially useless by the fact that Mr 5 kept repeatedly sliiiiiiiiding himself under the water whenever I turned my head to keep Mr 2 in view, he went to his lesson. Reluctantly.

Mr 2 is quite confident in the water despite the fact that he is submerged up to his chin and would be submerged nearly up to his nose except he bounces along on his toes to keep his cute little face out of the water. It's very funny to watch and a few mum's commented on his water confidence today, but I also notice I have the fairly close attention of the lifeguards.

Probably not helped by Mr 5 sliiiiiiding under the water and looking like he's drowning.

So, lesson over, more 'fun' swimming and two time-outs-sitting-on-a-chair-at-the-side-of-the-pool for Mr 5.

At that point I gave up any pretense of being in control and let them stay in the pool for about 2 hours, until we all resembled very old prunes.

And none of this did the bad haircut any good at all.

Add in the meltdowns...plural....before dinner and at bed time from an emotionally over wrought and over-tired Mr 5 and it's all over for the day, except I still have to wake up with the bad haircut again tomorrow.

Oh crap oh crap oh crap. Helpless laughter.

Then I remember the funeral I went to yesterday and am just thankful that my kids are here at all.