Life

Remember my last post about my brother?

Well, he came and stayed with me again.

This time, instead of deoderant, it was the study door.

Amy has just gone to sleep. Generally she doesn’t wake up, but noises at the foot of the stairs piss her off. The study is right at the bottom of the stairs, and the door handle rattles like a mofo.

David walks into the study where he is playing on Nat’s computer and shuts the door.

Rattle rattle…………clunk.

Sigh.

I wish he wouldn’t shut the door.

Dave walks out of the room 5 mins later, rattle clunk goes the door as he opens it.

‘Dave, please don’t latch the door. Amy is sleeping and the noise goes straight up the stairs into her room’

‘Okay Ronni’

‘Thanks’

Dave makes himself some food and walks back into the study.

‘Don’t shut that door’

Rattle rattle…..clunk.

Arghhhhhhh!

5 mins later (because he can’t sit still) he come back out to talk to Nathan about something.

‘Dave, remember how I said don’t shut the door?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, don’t shut the freaking door! Amy is sleep and isn’t going to bother you.’

‘Oh, okay then’

He walks back towards the study and SHUTS THE FREAKING DOOR!

A little while later, he comes back out again. He goes to shut the door behind himself.

‘Don’t shut the fucking door! I HAVE TOLD YOU! DON’T FREAKING SHUT IT!’

Slowly the door swings more closed, with Dave NOT listening to me.

Veronica’s head explodes.

‘DAVID! THE DOOR! HAVE YOU NOT BEEN TOLD AREADY? DON’T FUCKING CLOSE IT! AMY IS SLEEPING!’

‘Oh, sorry Ronni.’

When he went back into the study 5 mins later, you guessed it. He shut the door.

I think I figured out why though. Look what is living in my bookshelf.

 Of COURSE he needed the door shut. DOH!

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The Toddler was in full force today.

I tried to have a shower while she was occupied with her toys. Didn’t work. Eventually, after a little head and hands poked into my shower (getting soaked in the process) for the tenth time, I stripped her off and put the plug in and she had a shower with me.

I left the water in to be used on the garden later.

Getting dressed was something that she SHALL. NOT. BE. SUBJECTED. TO! And I was a MEAN MEAN MUMMY for doing it.

I finally got her dressed (cue cheers) and (the second) breakfast served. While I wasn’t looking, she fed her (second) breakfast to the cat. I can only assume from the amount of grumpiness that reared it’s ugly head, that the first breakfast had gone to the cat as well.

Sigh.

As I was preparing to go out (hair makeup etc) Toddler came into the bathroom and threw the roll of toilet paper into the toilet before I could stop her. She emptied a cup of water all over the floor and finally, as a final encore of Toddlerhood, she fell in the bath.

Fully dressed.

After I had taken 20 mins to dress her.

Sigh.

We eventually got out the door and Toddler was fed vegemite and cheese sandwiches in the car because I had finally realised that she was still hungry. Maybe the cat looking satisfied and NOT yowling for food should have tipped me off?

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Toddler enjoys shopping, as long as Toddler is not in any way, shape, or form constrained in a trolley, stroller, or arms. Hand-holding is also out of the question as it restricts Toddler’s movement.

I juggled finding 2 new pairs of pants for Toddler, a handbag and a hot drink (chai tea latte).

Toddler raced around the shop causing Toddler chaos in her wake. I spent the whole time putting the soft toys back onto their shelf and re-packaging all the shoes.

Also apologising. Did I mention the apologising?

At one point Toddler realised that there was music! over the sound system. She raced around the shop, with me and her Nan (my mum) in hot pursuit. As soon as she found a slightly empty space (a dance floor if you will) she proceeded to dance and sing and generally perform.

Drama queen.

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Toddler is unhappy about any attempt to contain her in a trolley. UNLESS you sit her in the main bit along with all the food.

So, being a person to take the path of least resistance I let her sit in with the food.

After Toddler unwrapped my block of chocolate, I realised I may have made a (slightly, very small) bad decision.

If you are in the supermarket and you notice a block of unwrapped, slightly chewed, macadamia nut chocolate hidden amongst the pads, please pretend you didn’t see it. I am truly sorry.

After a while Toddler decided that causing chaos OUTSIDE of the trolley was the new fun thing to do.

Did you know that there are dogs on the cans of dog food? Toddler let me know.

There are cats on the cat food. Toddler let me know this also.

Even better? A Scottish Terrier is actually a cat and Toddler won’t have anyone tell her that it isn’t.

‘TAT!’

‘No Sweetheart, that is a dog’

Toddler points at a Border Collie.

‘Dis dooooooo ag’

‘Yep, that’s a dog’

Toddler points at a Terrier

‘TAT!!’

‘No, that’s a dog.’

‘NO! TAT!’ stomps foot
Sigh.

‘Come look at the cats then…’

EVERYTHING actually should be placed on the floor for ease of access for Toddler shelf climbing. Toddler saw to this today and was mightily unimpressed when I put everything back where it belonged.

She threw herself backwards when I held her.

She ran away when I didn’t.

For a final straw, as I was packing the groceries back into the trolley after paying for them, I trapped a (very energetic) Toddler between the wall, myself and the trolley.

Toddler is a mighty escape artist. So mighty in fact that she crawled underneath the trolley to escape. She would have managed it too had her pesky foot not gotten stuck and her MEAN MEAN MUMMY not removed her from there.

Cue tantrum.

I think I lost weight today.

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We got pre-approval.

Don’t know what I am talking about? Read this.

Right, done?

We got pre-approval!!!

The catch? We have to find $1000 to pay out the rest of the money owed on the car. Provided we can do that (within a week) then they will give us our home loan.

We bought the house!!! WOOOOOOOOT!

Sorry, this was just an updaty post. Toddler post to follow.

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Soooooooooo, we went to the mortgage brokers. Don’t know what I am talking about? Go here and see. I will wait.

Good you’re back.

There is good news and bad news here, okay?

Firstly the bad news – we won’t know anything for definite for a few days.

The good news? Apparently we look good on paper, and the few things that MAY go wrong for us can all be fixed. The mortgage broker is confident that it will go through, EVENTUALLY.

Nathan has a $200 bill in collection, that we only found out about recently. The telephone company was supposed to forward our old bills on to us when we moved here and they didn’t, hence a bill in collection. IF that stops it going through, we write a handwritten explanation and fax it through to the bank, along with a ‘paid in full’ receipt.

The second thing that could go wrong is the car. We have a current car loan, due to be fully paid off in April. IF this makes us too far extended for the bank to give us a loan, we just pay the car loan out, and then put the application back through.

Very little will actually stop is getting this loan, a few things will just defer it.

We will buy this house.

The mortgage broker is going to bend over backwards (no, not like that. Your mind is in the gutter again) to get us our loan (and him his BIG commission).

YAY!

I will ring them on Wednesday to try and find out whether the application is approved or deferred. Note, I didn’t say rejected? It shouldn’t get rejected. Now we just need to come up with 1k to pay out the car if need be. *sigh* We need rich relatives.

So maybe hold off on the champagne and just have the cheese today.

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