So sometimes... thing's just don't go your way.
We'd planned to move house (back to our original one at that- we've been housesitting my parents for the last two years) abut two months ago, so I had ample time to prepare. I was cool about it. I was going to pack little bits at a time and be all organised and be the most super awesome house mover there ever was with all my labelled boxes and no, there was not going a whole heap of mis-matched weird stuff that I was going to struggle to find places for. I was going to cull the shit out of everything.
And then, as the days drew near, I realised that was never going to happen.
Last week I was away in Melbourne on a school camp. Nothing got done at home. On Monday and Tuesday I started frantically packing what I could, calling to reconnect our phone and internet at the original house and dragging Carter backwards and forwards from one place to the other. I freaked out on Wednesday when I was back at work and realised reports were due on Friday. And then on Thursday....
Carter got gastro.
The poor kid was sick multiple times through the night. The real kicker though? I'd packed all the linen bar a few a old single sheets and it was aaaaaallllllll at the other place.
Shoot me now.
With a combo of odd single bed sheets, random pillow cases and towels we managed to cover changing his sheets three times. The washing machine was on overload. We were tired to the max, and the next day the poor kid was dragged to the new place to keep unpacking. At 5pm, I slumped in a chair and opened the laptop. The phone had been reconnected and the wireless... wait? What the hell? Why wasn't the internet working?
The poor lady at Telstra Bigpond had to break it to me that the internet wouldn't be connected for another three to five working days. I was mute with disbelief for a few seconds then beseechingly asked if she could do anything about getting it done faster. She very politely informed me that she couldn't.
Panic.Withdrawals. I was going to have to be a Macca's wench and sit in McCafe to use their free wifi to check my emails, use internet banking and of course, BLOG.
Then Deon came to my rescue and gave me his portable internet usb thingy and I told him I loved him to infinity.
So, that's where I am right now. A little disconnected and a little tired, but feeling right back at home in our original place and like the lovely Miss Liza from Life With Three Under Three said to me, tomorrow is another day...