It literally has been pouring here in Perth over the last week. Many people are grumbling about the rain and how they're getting wet getting the kids to school, or at footy. I probably would too if I was the one picking up the kids, but I'm not. I'm safely tucked away inside my office with the heater blowing at 24 degrees. While I agree that the rain can be a bit of a pain, lord do we need it! If only it would just bucket down between 6pm and 6am, then most people would be happy.
So anyway, the title wasn't really anything to do with the weather. Things had been going really good for us as of late. REALLY good. Perhaps too good. Then it all comes tumbling down.
My kids brought home their school reports. They are not doing so good with their writing and grammar. One is having trouble with his reading. We read with them all the time and I am really at a loss at what to do. It is sooo hard as a parent to know that your kids aren't doing well, it makes me feel like I'm failing as a mum and I can already see the looks in their teachers faces at the interview that plainly say that I'm not cut out for this job. *sigh*
Our lovely boys like to use half a roll of toilet paper every time they poo. No joke, I can hear 'MUUUM, I need more toilet paper' at LEAST once a day. Well. This came to a head 2 days agow hen Owen flushed the toilet and it overflowed. Water ran into the bathroom, into my linen closet and down the hall. Not cool. A bottle of bleach and 2 days later the smell has finally gone. ARGH!
I've had to listen to Bailey sobbing all day because I refused to let him go to his football match in the rain with an earache. Such a mean mummy I am.
Bailey has an earache. Need to take him to a doctor.
I think I have gingivitis. EWWW!!! It is really quite gross and I am waiting to get into the dentist and brushing after anything passes through my lips until I do. Major freak out about my teeth falling out and all that, but we won't go into detail on that one.
The landlord from our old business is giving us grief and it looks like we are going to be going to court over it. So stressful and really lame(it's over a whopping $800). When I am stressed, I eat which brings me to the next bad thing...
I have GAINED weight. You wouldn't believe how annoyed I am at myself, I keep saying I'll buckle down and I haven't. My eating was out of control again. I haven't gone and had my fat captivation done because there was a fire in the shop next door, causing damage to the clinic. That's on hold until they reopen. Gah.
It is tax time. Enough said.
Seriously, what is next? When can things be really good again? I was really enjoying myself.