Today is grey and overcast and my head is full of decisions to make I can’t scrape up the required neurons for. This brings me to two options: blog it or hide under the pillow. I may do both.
This morning Mr14 tried to get out of going to school again, citing fatigue. Not for the first time I suspect this might have some correlation with his REFUSAL OR INABILITY TO FALL ASLEEP BEFORE MIDNIGHT preceding his 6.30am alarm.
Three nights ago I dreamt my car broke down some way from home. I was frustrated, I sat there and could not go anywhere, then I woke. I am smart enough to know what this means. Our lifestyle is chaos together with kids, animals and building- and all have their behavioural issues. The symbolism clearly indicates stress of living in a circus over which I have little control. (Why wasn’t I just a hopeless Ringmaster in my dream?) Except the next day my car broke down…TOUCHÉ!
Many of you know we are somehow pulling into the homestretch (ha) of completing #thehousethatwouldnotbebuilt. The latest two decisions to make here are a) carpet for the upstairs bedrooms and b) stone or marble benchtop selections for the kitchen, bathrooms and laundry. Yes and the laundry.
Every few months The Architect turns up and starts a marathon meeting during which I have to get up and break up fights, cook, feed kids, starve, skip homework, and sometimes even put the youngens to bed. Not enough coffee/vodka/chocolate/valium in the world!
The carpet is a done deal now and the kitchen benchtop finishes came down to three choices. Two safe and boring ones the architect preferred and a third she had personal issues with (looks like a wet surface) is the one I may go with.
Last night as we ummed and ahhed and pondered the intricacies of aspects that probably won’t make any difference to much more than our bank account, my husband returned home. In his arms was a tabby kitten he’d found crying near our driveway. No collar. This was the prompt for the marathon meeting to head off-rail while the kids abandoned the bedtime routine for wired up, OH MY GOD IT’S SO CUTE CAN WE KEEP IT I’M SO EXCITED I CAN’T SLEEP NOW shenanigans. It was a losing battle so I gave up on the meeting AND the kids and started Instagramming instead.
The kitty is super cute, purrs loudly and doesn’t like the dog. The dog is terrified of the tiny little hissing and spitting fits. The older cat is fine enough but unimpressed, the little one has quite the un-visitor-ly attitude so far. More decisions to be made however one that needs to take into consideration my daughter’s much denied, itchy red eye this morning… but then she will sneak a cat to her bed.
We’ve just returned from the stone benchtop showrooms, where I received sms message #57 from the neighbour that our dog had escaped over the fence and over the road again. My husband says this idiot is not coming to #thehousethatwouldnotbebuilt and that I’d better come up with a plan.
Our final decision call on the benchtop is awaited today… and the Mr has thrown his hands up saying he no longer gives a shit so long as we move it along. (And all fondness aside, find someone to take the kids, the pets and the Architect off our hands.)
I’m coming, Pillow! (Wait, which stone am I going with?!)
Update 7.55pm:
Neighbour who works with cars just took a terror ride with me as the car jumped, bumped and lurched. He says it is bad, very bad. Will find out more tomorrow, meantime I have no automobile.
I left a message for the Architect with my final stone choice, feeling rather satisfied with being decisive! She rang back and now wants to spend Saturday afternoon changing my mind. I may leave the country.
