I was out-of-balance & overwhelmed by the sheer enormality of the 'things-i-have-to-do' as the role of house keeper, mother, wife, sil, friend & simply being me. There was alot going on. Alot more than usual. I was managing. Then the 'rent inspection' notice arrived with a whole 7 days notice. Not cool. I got lots done (with help from self-joined-bloggers club-members *THANKS GIRLS*
But then hubby got sick. Not just "i dont feel well" but the running between bedroom, bathroom & toilet type. It wasn't pretty. So I cancelled. They made it for the next day AT 2:30. ALL day I tried keeping our usual living areas clean which is near impossible with lots of little kids. Got fed up and left returning for the 2:30 rent inspection. By 3pm I left again thinking they have a key. No problem.
Returning at 5pm to find a card stuck in the door saying they missed me as arranged will make it in 2 weeks time. Also that the yard needs tidying. Ok. So not impressed. 4 days preparing for this thing.
Fast forward to today. We do jobs daily. We have to. So we got stuck into them. Plus extras. I was narky, I was cranky, I lost all compassion and care for my children because we had an 'important' lady coming to see the tidy house. I said I cant cuddle you "im busy" & I growled when they dragged 1/2 loaf of bread into the lounge and crumbed it while chasing crumbs around with the vacuum. No fun to be had.
In truth I had been cleaning 'other' jobs to what I 'used' to do so there wasn't much to do. More just getting it tidy and KEEPING it there for the scheduled time. Lots of little kids can make a serious mess in just a moment or less :(
WHEN did housework take precedent over loving kids??!! WHEN did some STRANGER who was coming to scrutinise my cleaning skills (or lack of?) become more important than the little people I carried and birthed and nursed with my own body??!!
Last night my husband mentioned that Australia's prime minister Julia Gillard had a coffee at our local cafe van thingie coffee cat. Impressed? No I wasn't. The newspaper reported that she spoke to locals who were nearby. Still not impressed. I wouldn't want to talk to her. Why? Because she is NOT directly important to me in any way. No seriously! I would rather NOT have a conversation with the PM. I have nothing to say to her and quite simply she means nothing to me. My OWN CHILDREN however mean the absolute world to me. No word of a lie!
And here I am, pushing my loud irritating mess-making children away for some real estate chick who most likely would be rude (they all are, atleast to me).
*sigh*
We all have those days right? No? Oh :(
So the real estate chick rocks up. Looks half way through and then tells me there is 'still stuff that needs to be cleaned up in the yard'. And I am thinking "there is a LOT of 'stuff' out there what in PARTICULAR is she referring to?" So I challenge her. What stuff? All of the rubbish she tells me. Ok. Like what stuff? exactly what?. And she points to our *cough* shed and says all of this. I look around at the piles of camping gear, fishing gear, children's toys, pot plants, my gear box (no joke) and reply "this is OUR stuff! there IS no where to put it". No kidding!
It has an open carport. As in when you drive past the place you get to see all our washing hanging up. As in when you walk to our front door you get to see all our camping gear, fishing gear, children toys and bikes and my gear box. I admit it could be 'tidied up' but as for 'put away' that is just not going to happen!
She said to put it in the shed 'or something'. I told her this IS the shed. There is NO WHERE for it to go. She even looked out the back saying 'what about a garden shed' WHAT THE HECK? *sigh*
So I straight out asked her. Do you know when our lease is up because we are planning on moving. The place has no shed! We have no where to safely put our belongings. There are no flyscreens. And there is not enough space for us. 12 months and we've outgrown this little 3br place.
We WERE going to purchase it but according to actual finances we are a few k's short. And we feel peaceful about that. Had we bought it ourselves, we would have put a shed on it - for starters. And made do with what we had.
So tonight, Hubby doesn't go out on Wednesday nights. So I got the kids in PJs and sent them to bed. (Hubby DEMANDED toddler be in PJs - as opposed to suitable sleep clothes). He got them out and in the lounge and read them a story. I was thinking AWE how sweet is that man! cuddling his kids, reading them stories. Just being with them. Then Pop arrives, takes them away. HUH?! DATE NIGHT!! So I feel a lot better, relaxed and chilled... Ahhhh
So from here, we are praying and hoping for a bigger, actual cared for home to make our dwelling place for (hopefully) the next few years.
AND, I am praying that My God will change my heart towards rent inspections.
5 Things I am Thankful for:
1. Challenging the lady on what she was actually referring to
2. Standing up for myself instead of 'smile and wave'
3. New Days, passed inspections
4. DATE NIGHT!
5. My wonderful children, who do so much, whom I love so dearly.
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