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Saga of the last two weeks.
Friday, April 18th, 2008 02:08 pm
The last two weeks have been a saga. I have missed a couple of happenings in the interest of telling the main points, but there was more than this.
Two Mondays ago, I had a big shock. Nothing life threatening for me or any someone else, just something that pushed my buttons in a big way. So I have this big shock at night, and am no good for the rest of the night. Tuesday I was a bit all over the place. Wednesday I had pulled myself together a bit better but had a bunch of stressful stuff to do that took up all Thursday as well. Friday was a bit better with only a couple of moments. Saturday I worked during the day like usual, then instead of sleeping like I really wanted I went and babysat two nieces and a nephew who were being a handful and a half. Sunday I went to the markets and got my hair cut about 4 inches shorter - still long - and dropped food down my shirt necessitating going home and changing before going and playing games with some friends, which was nice. On the way home, however, I smelt horrible engineness, which I thought was a car in front of me so I close the air vent. Then five minutes from home I noticed an additional rattle in the car, on top of the one that Z already checked out and pronounced harmless and unfixable. So I still wasn't too worried, although I was going to asked him about it when I got home. Pulled in the driveway and turned the key off......and the engine kept running. Huh? Picked up my mobile and called Zig inside the house (mm, technology) and told him to come out and look at it. He pulled off the air cover under the bonnet and did something that stopped the engine. The problem? Apparently no water in the engine means it's extremely hot and no longer needs spark to keep running. Given that I checked the water two months ago and the car has been fine with water previously, this was the straw on the camel's back. I lost it and bawled like a two year old, open mouth and everything. Well, it had been a horribly stressful week.
So, managed to follow the story so far? I got myself together and dragged myself out to Sizzler's for a family get together for my sister-in-law's birthday. I had no appetite and just wanted to sleep, but had to stay a while anyway. Got home. Slept. Early bed was gooood. Alternate car arrangements have been made so I can get to work the next day.
Oh look, I still have a sore throat from last night. Well, I can still work fine, right? So I go to work, then decide to come home just after lunch, where I end up sleeping a few hours on the couch. Still slept like normal that night. Tuesday felt the same, so no work, and slept ridiculous hours on the couch again. Did I mention I get paid on a Casual basis? and that my budget hasn't been the best since Easter? No? Well, yeah, I wasn't happy about missing out on work because no work no money, but hey, I'm sick. I even missed band practise Tuesday night, and we are playing this coming Sunday. That night I learn that my car is busted because a hose split, which should be fixable, but I have lost a lot of confidence in my car now and do not relish the thought of driving it again. Wednesday rocks up, and I'm feeling a bit better. Slight sore throat, but I can deal. Which is good because I was babysitting my nephew all Wednesday and Thursday. That morning I learn I am to drive up the hill to take the nephew to footy training in the afternoon. Whatever. So I take my nephew who is 12, and my niece who is 11 from the other brother, and take them to see the movie Spiderwick. Great movie, I enjoyed it lots. 'Yay I am relaxing,' thinks I. But no. After the movie, the niece and nephew get competitive, and very trying on the nerves of the adult trying to look after them, that is to say me. Other stuff occurs, in which I offer to take the two out to a park while my sister-in-law has a sleep before work that night. LOL drama ensues with the kids again. I gratefully drop the niece off eventually, and trundled up to Kalamunda to football training. As I was not forewarned, I got to waste an hour doing nothing with no book or entertainment until training is over. Luckily dinner is leftover soup and the nephew is entertained watching Short Circuit for the first time, so I go to bed with no further drama.
Except nephew is doing his best to piss me off on Thursday morning. I eventually ignore him and play piano to calm down. He decided to crawl back under the doona for more sleep by the end of this, so I put music on and do housework for 1-2 hours. After which I obtain Monkey Island and sit him in front of it. Nephew has an annoying quirk where he does need help occasionally so you can't leave him alone, but somehow he becomes very stupid and incapable of making a decision or figuring something out for himself while someone is around him. So he enjoyed the game, but I didn't enjoy him playing it. I decide he might enjoy cooking a meal all by himself, so I take him to the shops and try to explain each ingredient choice with one or two sentences. Each of which takes anything up to 7 minutes to eventually say, as nephew is hell bent on just being given a fish rather than being taught how to fish, and so butts in constantly with inane dribble, or just grabs a totally inappropiate ingredient, doesn't listen to why a different choice is better and just grabs another totally inappropiate ingredient. That, and brings up at least five different impulse dinner choices after half way through getting stuff for the one choice we are eating. About 50 minutes later with only 6 ingredients....yes, that's all, we finally leave. I tell him how to do everything, and he does the whole lot, right from chopping the onions, to heating the pan, to choosing which herbs and how much of each to put in. Success. He enjoys having cooked a meal. Too bad I nearly tore my hair out getting to that stage. After dinner he plays more Monkey Island, which was as fun as the first time, then I take him back up to Lesmurdie with arguements in the car on the way. Not a delightful lad that day, and makes me less happy about being booked to have him next week again.
Somewhere along the line Thursday/last night, I realise I have another sore throat, scratchier than early in the week. 'Aha, I will nip this in the bud' I think, and gargle salt water upon getting home before going to bed. Today? So far I am out of two and a half days of pay in a three and a half day work week. Next week's budget is going to be not very enjoyable at all. I was planning to meet a friend for dinner and I think that's out the window too. I am pleading with myself to get better, as I can really use the money that work tomorrow will bring, plus I had a big night planned for tomorrow night, followed by playing in band on Sunday. Next week promises to be just as packed and stressful.
So in summary, the last two weeks have been a huge part stress, a decent chunk sick, and only a very small part relaxing. I'm really not having any fun. Can I cry again now?
Two Mondays ago, I had a big shock. Nothing life threatening for me or any someone else, just something that pushed my buttons in a big way. So I have this big shock at night, and am no good for the rest of the night. Tuesday I was a bit all over the place. Wednesday I had pulled myself together a bit better but had a bunch of stressful stuff to do that took up all Thursday as well. Friday was a bit better with only a couple of moments. Saturday I worked during the day like usual, then instead of sleeping like I really wanted I went and babysat two nieces and a nephew who were being a handful and a half. Sunday I went to the markets and got my hair cut about 4 inches shorter - still long - and dropped food down my shirt necessitating going home and changing before going and playing games with some friends, which was nice. On the way home, however, I smelt horrible engineness, which I thought was a car in front of me so I close the air vent. Then five minutes from home I noticed an additional rattle in the car, on top of the one that Z already checked out and pronounced harmless and unfixable. So I still wasn't too worried, although I was going to asked him about it when I got home. Pulled in the driveway and turned the key off......and the engine kept running. Huh? Picked up my mobile and called Zig inside the house (mm, technology) and told him to come out and look at it. He pulled off the air cover under the bonnet and did something that stopped the engine. The problem? Apparently no water in the engine means it's extremely hot and no longer needs spark to keep running. Given that I checked the water two months ago and the car has been fine with water previously, this was the straw on the camel's back. I lost it and bawled like a two year old, open mouth and everything. Well, it had been a horribly stressful week.
So, managed to follow the story so far? I got myself together and dragged myself out to Sizzler's for a family get together for my sister-in-law's birthday. I had no appetite and just wanted to sleep, but had to stay a while anyway. Got home. Slept. Early bed was gooood. Alternate car arrangements have been made so I can get to work the next day.
Oh look, I still have a sore throat from last night. Well, I can still work fine, right? So I go to work, then decide to come home just after lunch, where I end up sleeping a few hours on the couch. Still slept like normal that night. Tuesday felt the same, so no work, and slept ridiculous hours on the couch again. Did I mention I get paid on a Casual basis? and that my budget hasn't been the best since Easter? No? Well, yeah, I wasn't happy about missing out on work because no work no money, but hey, I'm sick. I even missed band practise Tuesday night, and we are playing this coming Sunday. That night I learn that my car is busted because a hose split, which should be fixable, but I have lost a lot of confidence in my car now and do not relish the thought of driving it again. Wednesday rocks up, and I'm feeling a bit better. Slight sore throat, but I can deal. Which is good because I was babysitting my nephew all Wednesday and Thursday. That morning I learn I am to drive up the hill to take the nephew to footy training in the afternoon. Whatever. So I take my nephew who is 12, and my niece who is 11 from the other brother, and take them to see the movie Spiderwick. Great movie, I enjoyed it lots. 'Yay I am relaxing,' thinks I. But no. After the movie, the niece and nephew get competitive, and very trying on the nerves of the adult trying to look after them, that is to say me. Other stuff occurs, in which I offer to take the two out to a park while my sister-in-law has a sleep before work that night. LOL drama ensues with the kids again. I gratefully drop the niece off eventually, and trundled up to Kalamunda to football training. As I was not forewarned, I got to waste an hour doing nothing with no book or entertainment until training is over. Luckily dinner is leftover soup and the nephew is entertained watching Short Circuit for the first time, so I go to bed with no further drama.
Except nephew is doing his best to piss me off on Thursday morning. I eventually ignore him and play piano to calm down. He decided to crawl back under the doona for more sleep by the end of this, so I put music on and do housework for 1-2 hours. After which I obtain Monkey Island and sit him in front of it. Nephew has an annoying quirk where he does need help occasionally so you can't leave him alone, but somehow he becomes very stupid and incapable of making a decision or figuring something out for himself while someone is around him. So he enjoyed the game, but I didn't enjoy him playing it. I decide he might enjoy cooking a meal all by himself, so I take him to the shops and try to explain each ingredient choice with one or two sentences. Each of which takes anything up to 7 minutes to eventually say, as nephew is hell bent on just being given a fish rather than being taught how to fish, and so butts in constantly with inane dribble, or just grabs a totally inappropiate ingredient, doesn't listen to why a different choice is better and just grabs another totally inappropiate ingredient. That, and brings up at least five different impulse dinner choices after half way through getting stuff for the one choice we are eating. About 50 minutes later with only 6 ingredients....yes, that's all, we finally leave. I tell him how to do everything, and he does the whole lot, right from chopping the onions, to heating the pan, to choosing which herbs and how much of each to put in. Success. He enjoys having cooked a meal. Too bad I nearly tore my hair out getting to that stage. After dinner he plays more Monkey Island, which was as fun as the first time, then I take him back up to Lesmurdie with arguements in the car on the way. Not a delightful lad that day, and makes me less happy about being booked to have him next week again.
Somewhere along the line Thursday/last night, I realise I have another sore throat, scratchier than early in the week. 'Aha, I will nip this in the bud' I think, and gargle salt water upon getting home before going to bed. Today? So far I am out of two and a half days of pay in a three and a half day work week. Next week's budget is going to be not very enjoyable at all. I was planning to meet a friend for dinner and I think that's out the window too. I am pleading with myself to get better, as I can really use the money that work tomorrow will bring, plus I had a big night planned for tomorrow night, followed by playing in band on Sunday. Next week promises to be just as packed and stressful.
So in summary, the last two weeks have been a huge part stress, a decent chunk sick, and only a very small part relaxing. I'm really not having any fun. Can I cry again now?
