It’s been a stressful week and sometimes I’ve handled the stress well and other times I’ve been… less than magnanimous. There have been a lot of bad things to deal with — and I will discuss them sometime — but, for now — for a change –it’s time for an injection of positiveness. Allow me to self-medicate:
Good thing #1 — E2 is walking — really properly walking!!!! It’s the most hilarious walk you’ve ever seen — she is, it appears, bow-legged and she holds her little legs about 6 inches apart. And her legs don’t go back and forth like normal peoples’ — they pump up and down like pistons. So, imagine this is you will: there she is, in her vest and nappy, little bare legs held wide apart, knees slightly bent and bowed out, and pumping up and down as fast as she can march. She looks like a mechanical doll. I love it!
Good think #2 — After spending the past few days (including the whole of my birthday) driving around looking at depressingly skanky rental places and bursting into tears, we have a found a place that looks… nice. We haven’t seen the inside yet — we have an appointment tomorrow — but I am feeling hopeful. Fingers crossed we’ve finally found one that’s livable.
Good thing #3 — My mother mentioned that we are looking for another rental to our current landlady (a friend of hers) and it apparently quite shocked her (exact words: “Her head shot up and she said, ‘Why?!?’“). I think she perhaps hadn’t realised that having prospective buyers trouping through the house might make her tenants nervous and stressed and, thus, jeopardise her rental income. Now, I understand she needs to sell the place and I don’t blame her for showing the house, but I’d be very glad if that possibly helped her appreciate our feelings a bit. It’s reasonable for her to show it, but if it could be limited to those clients who are truly interested, rather than anyone and everyone who fancies a casual look-see, then I think that would be a considerate compromise, given that she has tenants living in the place. I don’t know if she will realise and take it that far, but I’m glad my mother dropped that little bombshell.
Good thing #4 — I’ve been speaking to a lot more mortgage advisers. Some are hopeful we can get something sorted, some are less so — personally, my gut is telling me that it’s going to be a hard slog to get this mortgage but I reckon the more we people we speak to, the better our chances.
Good thing #5 — I’ve finished my taxes. The pain of having to write that great big cheque is still there, but it is such a weight off my shoulders to have the forms done and ready to go!
Good thing #6 — Of the past 6 days, I’ve had pain on only 3 of them and, each time, it was fairly short-lived and manageable. I have been absolutely diligent about eliminating soy of any type from my diet, and I think it’s paid off. It means I can’t eat out at all — no birthday dinner! — but it’s been worth it to feel like a human being again. And I do. Woo-hoo!
Good thing #7 — Having next to nothing to eat day after day means I’ve lost half a stone. Oh yeah! Talk about feeling human again! Just another two-and-a-half stone to go… I am confident.
Good thing #8 — M passed his driving test!!!! It nearly did him in… After failing the first time (not to mention failing the learner’s permit test the first time too), he knew there was a lot riding on this second test and he was nervous. And for good reason too: his work had set a date by which he had to pass and he was running out of time. My sister had loaned him her car and it was due back to her, but he felt comfortable in it and wanted to use it to re-take the test, and she agreed even though that inconvenienced everyone. So he took another half-day off work (unpaid) and pulled up at the testing center. The examiner was the same one who failed him — with not an inkling of sympathy — last time. He showed his paperwork and the guys said, “Hmmm… The insurance card expired 2 days ago. You can’t take the test.” M was beside himself — he couldn’t go back on that waiting list, there wasn’t time! Could anything be done? Could he… “You could get the new insurance card faxed here, I guess.” But this was my sister’s car — she was at work and wouldn’t have the card on her, and it would be too complicated to explain to her insurers why they should fax the new card to some bloke in a testing center in another state. What if he could get another car? “Well… If you can get the car and get back here before the next exam is due to start…” He tore home, woke me up from a dead sleep (I’d had a bad night with the baby), and told me he needed all the right papers for the new car NOW. I couldn’t think, just grabbed the whole file and shoved it in his hand, and he snatched the keys to the new car — which he’d never driven in his life — and tore back to the testing center. He got there in time. He took the test in car he’s never driven. He got 100%!!!! I am so chuffed for him — he really needed that to go right.
There now… a little positivity! Doesn’t that feel better?