We're at the Bundy shore, bitch.

WE'RE AT THE BUNDY SHORE, BITCH!!

Well, not yet, but we will be!! So a few blogs ago i said that i would write the date in my diary for the house to go under contract and i did just that. Check it out!!

My husband doesn't believe me, he thinks i wrote it after but i can assure you that i wrote it just after saying i would in the blog. Last Friday we had an offer which we accepted and i was 'semi happy' that my chosen date was not far off, but in the end the agent had a hold up with the paperwork and the official date it went under contract and paperwork got signed was on my chosen date!! Woo. See, planning things - it just works for me!!!

So as the title suggests, we're going to Bundy!! Obviously the contract is subject to a building/pest inspection (which took place yesterday but they have 2 days where they can review the results and get out of the contract if they desire) and subject to finance being approved, which could take up to 3 weeks apparantly. When i seen the agent yesterday he said i looked nervous, i told him we would celebrate and be excited when the sold sign went up, right now im feeling a little unsure that the finance will be approved and am waiting for it to all come crashing down in a heap. 3 weeks is a long time to wait to find out if you are about to start on the new chapter .. a very, very, long wait. And then there is the possibility that they could ask for an extension to get the finance approved .. AGH, stop thinking, just stop thinking!!

In other news, my book finally arrived ..

Uhh .. i dont see the option to rotate my pic .. ?

I suggest this book to every single person with kids! It's amazing. It explains how children of all ages perceive love, there are 5 love languages and all children have a main love language :

  - #1 - Physical touch

 #2 - Words of affirmation

 #3 - Quality time

 #4 - Gifts

#5 - Acts of service

Im not very far into the book yet but i can relate my kids behaviour to it in many ways, i think i have discovered that Heaths love language is Physical touch and Roxiee's is Acts of service, although i have a lot more reading to do!! Definately a good read for anyone with kids, and even more so for kids who are showing difficult or unusual behaviour.



Words of affirmation cups!!

In the 'words of affirmation' chapter there were a few suggestions i liked which i modified and made the kids some special cups, we write little notes for the kids and put them in the cups, the idea is we read the notes to them daily and when the cup is full we will transfer them to a scrapbook. The kids love the idea (although the photo i just posted doesn't show their enthusiasm!!) and just quietly im looking forward to reading back through their scrap books with them in years to come.

Last but not least, we had a play at the park yesterday and the kids were loving it, right up until i got the camera out and they started protesting .. "But mummmmmm .. " .. Me : "C'mon, just one quick photo by the tree, please?"

.. and so they sat by the tree for my 'one quick photo' and they showed exactly how they feel about my current obsession with my camera .. *sigh*

I'm totally going to swear here ..

                                                  *explicit language .. and shit*


Ok .. so it's not set in concrete, and my heads all jumbled but .. OUR MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE JUST MOTHERFUCKING SOLD! .. not officially sold, but it's under contract subject to finance and they don't think that the finance will be an issue. I am so excited, and nervous, and terrified and excited, and nervous and terrified!!! .. the first thing we did was make a stupidly gay video for facebook, do some status updates, text/ring parents and a few close friends, have another drink and then talk about how excited, nervous, terrified, excited, nervous and terrified we are!! ..


I will return to try and do a blog which makes more sense and perhaps is a little more interesting tomorrow but for now .. OUR MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE JUST MOTHERFUCKING SOLD.

A new chapter is waiting ..

Wait, wait, wait .. i'v never been good at waiting. If there is a choice between waiting and doing it myself, i would always opt to do it myself, however, i am not a real estate agent so i am not able to 'do it myself' here. 3 months have passed since we first put the house on the market and put our plans in place to move and start afresh in the Sunshine state.

In 3 months of being in the real estate market we have endured, a whole heap of "sorry guys, it just isn't the house for them", a pinch of "we have an offer, but it's $50 grand under the asking price" a whole heap of cleaning and an army tank full of stress. I HATE selling a house in the best of times, and i hate it even more when it's a 'slow market' and there is so much waiting for us on the other side.

I guess the part that makes it so stressfull to me, is that we have already tried this move to QLD before and it failed miserably and we ended up back here buying another house. I do think we are better prepared this time and more determined, however what if it fails again?

Im a thinker, a planner .. i don't do spontaneous, it just doesn't work for me. If im going somewhere i have a big bag packed with everything the kids could possibly need and then some.What if theres an emergency, i need to be prepared! A cyclone? A trip to the beach entails a picnic bag with lunch, snacks, water, usually a few Cougars, and some more water. Oh, and Vinegar incase of Jellyfish stings! And we cant forget the bag of clothes, the kids swimming clothes, plus the spare clothes, plus the clothes which they will wear back home. Then there is the shade tent, and the bag of towels, and the bag which will contain my phone, camera, a spare memory card, sunscreen and other essentials. The bag of beach toys, soccer balls etc. And dinner would usually have been prepared in the morning so i didn't need to do that when i got home. And the washing machine would have been switched on before we left so it was free to wash all the beach clothes/towels as soon as we got home. Im a planner, things just work better for me when they are planned. Can you imagine the jumble my head is in right now with so much uncertainty of waiting for the house to sell .. will we get the asking price? Will it be the quick settlement we need? We have to choose a rental house off the internet, will it be okay? Will Gregg find work? Will i find a part time job which is flexible enough for me to be with the kids as much as i and they need? And then there's the quencher .. this one is the one that is really giving my brain a chinese burn .. Heaths school .. i think by the time he had his toe prick test in the hospital at a few hours old, i had already chosen his school and now it has all changed, thus the chinese burn on my brain! Ouch!

People who are planners, do not like change!! No sir-e. Change is something that we do with our undies daily, but other than that it is really not welcome. I would slam my door in it's face if i could. I have narrowed my list down to a few favorite schools in QLD, but of course i need to be there to see them and make the final decision (which naturally, Heath will also have some say in as the choosen school needs to be one where he feels comfortable too) ..

.. and then i am left with the thought that the house may not even sell in time for us to start him at school in time for the new year, what then? I haven't looked at enrolling in the schools here as that wasn't in the planning!! IT WASN'T IN MY PLAN!!! I didn't write it in my diary! Or my calendar!! If it's not in the diary or calender then it simply can't happen! .. oh hang on, i think i just solved my own problem .. i didn't realise it was this simple ..
perhaps i just need to write in my diary the date for the house to sell, followed by the settlement date, the date we set travel, the date we arrive, the date we begin afresh, the date we visit the schools, the date we choose the school, the date Gregg finds work and last but not least .. perhaps i should consider a date where i become more carefree, consider burning the diary and becoming more spontaneous? Meh, i will just pencil that bit in in greylead. Very lightly. With no exclamation point. And i certainly wont be using my highlighters on that bit.

Planning things, it just works for me! I can't wait to read this back in a few months time, after having settled on a new house in the Sunshine state and thinking to myself  "what was i worried about?" .. i will pencil that date into my diary too. In bold writting. Highlighted Yellow. With several exclamation points.

.. i dont feel like being a grown up ..

Today, i wrote in my facebook status that i liked being a grown up because it means i can eat Chilli Con Carne for breakfast. After much thought (as i love to think) i have decided that i do not actually like being a grown up, im wondering where i can get a raincheck? .. i like SOME of adulthood, like my children of course, and my husband (most of the time) so i dont wish to throw away my 'grownup-ness' entirely .. i just want to rid myself of some of it.

The decisions - i especially hate the decisions involved in being a grown up. The decisions regarding the children are by far the hardest, i could sit and debate these decisions for hours and not get any closer to making a confident decision. An example of this is when i recently read an article about the cons of childhood immunisations and what they actually inject into the kids .. this was something i wasn't aware of, and although my childrens immunisations are all done and dusted, i sat and debated if i had made the right decision .. either way, there was nothing i could do about it .. but i still debated .. after a few nights of no sleep i decided that if we ever had another child, they too would be immunised .. so all in all, in hindsight, this whole inner debate i had with myself was completely and utterly usesless and a waste of what could have been sleep .. the decisions about the children could near enough rip me in half i think, so they are top of the list to throw away ..

The money worrys - as a teen there was no money worrys. I started my first job at 15 and saved money to buy fancy things. If i couldn't afford it i used 'interest free' and paid it off that way, back then it was fun and exciting to have a 'bill' in my name .. bills these days have taken over my letterbox and for some reason they are no longer fun or exciting. They are arseholes.

Along with 'grownup-ness' there is all this expectation to be 'wifely' and 'motherly' and whatever else .. i go about the motions of cooking nice, healthy meals, cleaning the house, doing the washing, baking cakes blagh blagh blagh .. but how nice would it be to live off take away again and only have one bedroom to tidy and you only really do it when you have no clothes left and cant find your phone amongst all the rubble.

Childrens education - these days i lay awake at night going through the details in my head and trying to choose which is the best school for the kids. Theres the teeny tiny country school that has only 70 odd students, theres the slightly bigger one with 200 odd students and theres the private one which could possibly be too 'godly' for our liking .. and then theres the possibility that we wont even make it to QLD in time to attend any of these schools which is a whole other 'grown up' worry in itself .. years ago my only worry was that the teacher on yard duty was going to see me visiting friends during the lunch hour after having drunk enough wine to make me walk funny and have trouble seeing people in single focus (probably only half a glass, but anywho!)

I could ramble for ages but i have a child who needs to be taken to kinder. Yet another grown-up thing to do. After dropping him at kinder i will most probably take Roxiee to the park, and if nobody is looking we will probably take photos of eachother planking on a park bench again, but .. if people are looking we will have to refrain, as i dont want to look like an immature grown up .. no way hozay, no way!

once upon a blog

Wow .. last blog was September last year, who would have guessed?! .. i actually forgot i even had this, i guess life became busy again and the good old blog was forgotten. I really must try to keep it up as i found it a good way to clear the head last time.

I had a brief look at the last blog and it was about Heaths health scare, which is behind us now. It was diagnosed as a swollen lymph gland, it swells from time to time when he has a cold but is doing no harm. What a nightmare that was, i hold things in like that and im fairly sure i was about to either explode or have some kind of crazy meltdown. Thankfully it's not a concern anymore.

But .. of course, being a woman i will create concerns about whatever i can .. and I'm ALMOST promising to come blog about them tomorrow .. yes thats right, im ALMOST promising to blog again tomorrow .. well, lets be realistic, perhaps i can almost promise to blog within the next week .. that sounds better ..

Untill then .. sweet dreams, happy days and let your Baileys be plentiful :-)