Monday 29 February 2016

The Lip Product declutter

This was a tough one. So tough that it's still in progress. I've decided I need to approach this in stages. So many times I got my lip products out to declutter, admired their prettiness and then put them away again. I have such a tough time letting go of lipsticks and glosses.

I have managed to let some go though. I got rid of 49 in my first round. That doesn't include the ones that I've put aside to give away or the ones that ended up in my Use it or Lose it pile. 

The next stage is to group them all into colours and get rid of dupes, I'm sure there will be plenty! I think that will be the toughest part, choosing my favourites and getting rid of the ones I don't absolutely love.

Friday 26 February 2016

FFS Friday - Infested

I've been feeling really tired lately. I know a lot of us feel tired and think it's normal, but it's not. I've learned that fatigue can be a sign of an underlying illness. Last Wednesday I went to the Dr to figure out what's going on with me. He ordered a whole pile of blood tests. I went down to the pathology lab, the lady checked them all, said that she could do them all and told me to come back in the morning because one was a fasting test. FFS.

The next day I had to be at my friends house by 7am to get her kids to school. 6 kids and no coffee is not a good match. Thankfully her kids are great so it wasn't a problem. I got them all to school, got a tantruming Eljay into the car and we went to pathology. There was a huge queue. FFS.

I waited in the queue for 15 minutes. When it was my turn I handed over my forms (there was two pages worth of tests) and the lady started looking them up. Then she asked the lady who I'd seen the day before if they could do one of the tests and she said no! FFS.

They told me I had to go in to town to the main lab. FFS.

By this time Eljay had decided he wanted to go home, so he sang me the song of his people the whole trip in to town. FFS.

I walked into pathology with Eljay on my hip, got the forms out and walked up to the counter only to be told by the rude receptionist to "please wait back there, I'm still processing the forms from the person before you". She was so rude that two other people in the waiting room pulled faces at her. FFS.

There wasn't a sign or any indicator of where I was supposed to stand so I have no idea why she was so rude. FFS.

The Dr told me he'd have my test results by the end of the week. The pathology lady told me it'd be at least 3 working days and I probably wouldn't have them until Thursday. FFS.

Last Friday I had to be at my friends house again to get the kids to school. We slept in until 6.15am so I was running behind when we left the house. As we were getting ready for the kids to scoot to school I realised that I'd left Chai's bag at home. FFS.

That meant I had to get the kids to school, scoot back to my friends house to pick up the car, go home and then go back to school with Chai's bag. FFS.

Sunday. Well, where do I start? Let's start with Saturday night. Saturday night Chai started scratching his head. FFS.

I am paranoid about nits and check his head every few days. I checked his head and couldn't find anything. 

I noticed him scratching again whilst he was sleeping so I got the torch and checked again but still couldn't see anything. 

Sunday started out as it meant to continue. FFS.

We were having breakfast and Chai was sitting on my knee when he spewed. FFS.

All over me, all over himself, all over the floor and table. FFS.

He perked up after that so we headed out.    

We were in the supermarket when he scratched again. Mum and I pounced on him and found four large (about 4 mls) bugs in his hair. FFS.

We didn't think they looked like nits but we really had no idea what we were looking for. FFS.

We headed to the nit section but there were no pictures of nits to be found. Just in case, we bought a bottle of nit treatment. FFS.

When we got to my sisters house we found another bug. She didn't think it looked like nits either, but we decided to treat him anyhow. He was infested with the horrible things. FFS.

There were so many eggs and quite a few hatched lice, it was very, very gross. As if that wasn't bad enough, upon inspection of my hair we found eggs. FFS.

I left Mum and the boys at my sisters house and headed home to burn the house down. FFS.

I washed all the bedding including doonas and pillows. Next I tried to treat my hair but couldn't manage it myself. FFS.

Hours later I got back to my sisters house. Being the star that she is, she'd made tea for us. Not FFS.

We were just sitting down to eat our dinner when Chai spewed again. FFS.

It went all over the dinner table. FFS.

When we'd finally cleaned it up Mum and I gulped down a few mouthfuls of our now cold dinner and went home. FFS.

What a day. 

Monday Mum did my hair, we found one live lice and a few eggs. FFS.

Tiger did my hair again yesterday and there were only two eggs. FFS.

I can't stop scratching, I'm constantly thinking that I can feel things moving in my hair, I've got total nit paranoia now. FFS.

That's it. Tell me your stories of woe. Or good news, that'd be nice.

Peace out people.              
   

Thursday 25 February 2016

Diary of a FIFO swing

The day he leaves - I can do this. The house is tidy, I'm on top of the washing, I'll tidy up every night, do the dishes every morning and it'll be fine. This is going to be the best swing ever. Chai's at school full time so getting things done will be heaps easier, I'm going to be so organised.
See a cockroach on the roof. FFS. Never see cockroaches on the roof when Tiger is home. Deal with horrible cockroach. Yuck.

Day 1 - Had a crap sleep last night, I'm so tired. Not a good start to the swing but that's okay, I'll go to bed early tonight. Forgot to pick up my coffee machine yesterday, crap. Both kids spent the morning fighting, crying and Eljay threw constant tantrums. That's okay, it's been a stressful morning but I can deal with it. Left the house for the school run with the breakfast dishes and remnants all over the lounge room. We were very nearly late for school. Oh well.

Day 2 - Right, I'm onto this. It's going to be a good, positive day. Gave the kids breakfast (yoghurt which they asked for). They don't eat it. Eljay smears it all over the place. No problem. Give them breakfast number two which they eat. The boys play happily together whilst I prepare Chai's lunch and get us all ready. We're just about to walk out the door when Chai smashes Eljay in the face with his skateboard. FFS! I yell at Chai, he gets upset. Crap. Spend five minutes calming him down so he's not upset at school. 
Go home, do the housework and play with Eljay. He spends a good portion of the day throwing himself on the ground crying. He asks me to chase him, I chase him, he starts crying. We're reading a book, he starts crying. We're playing and I'm tickling him, he starts crying. I can't win today. 
Playing with the boys after school, Chai gets frustrated when Eljay picks up the toy that I had, so he hits me really hard on my sore knee. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm over this shit. Why does this shit only happen when Tiger is away? I know, it's because the boys are upset because they miss him. I can't fill that void for them, no matter how hard I try. Put them both to bed early.
Deep breaths. Tomorrow will be better.  

Day 3 -  Eljay wakes me up by throwing a tantrum. Great. Then the boys have a fight, we haven't even been awake two minutes. No problem, I can be calm. Calm green ocean, calm green ocean. I turn my calm music on. It's not working. They go outside to play, have a fight and both start screaming. It's 6.30am. This never happens when Tiger is home. I calm them both down, give them cuddles and try to cheer them up, I'm determined that this is going to be a good day.
I really need to do the dishes. I haven't done them since Tiger left, we've been having a heatwave and it's just been too hot. I'll do them tomorrow when it's cooler. The house is relatively tidy, there is only a little bit of washing I need to put away, I've got this. 

Day 4 to day 7 - It's been crap. I haven't managed to turn the computer on at all. The kids have been fighting non stop, my house is a mess. Oh well.

Day 8 - Time to regroup, I can do this. I'll clean the house, do the dishes and it'll all be awesome. Tomorrow. I'll do that tomorrow. I was out all day today. All the things happen when Tiger is away. Chai had a birthday party after school so we didn't get home until 6.30pm. Now I'm madly racing around trying to get ready for tomorrow.

Day 9 - I'm on the home stretch, not too long until Tiger is home. The end is in sight!  

Day 10 - I'm over Tiger being away. I miss him and want him home. I'm sick of talking to him on the phone, I don't want to talk on the phone, I want to see him and touch him. FIFO sucks. The house is a mess, what's new. Haven't done the dishes for three days, I've been too busy trying to stay awake.     

Wednesday 24 February 2016

The Mascara declutter

This one is long overdue! When I did my product inventory I was very surprised to discover that I have 41 mascaras. How? Why? I rarely buy mascara so I have no idea how it happened. A lot of them are gwp size which makes sense. 

I've only done one cull so far, however I plan on doing another one soon. For round one I went through and tossed all the old, stinky mascaras. Nine bit the bullet that time.
Next up I plan to try them all and get rid of the ones that I don't love. I'll post another update when round number two is finished. I'm quite tempted to toss all of the black ones, I prefer brown mascara, it's softer and suits me better. 

Stay tuned for my next update in a few weeks time. 

Sunday 21 February 2016

Thoughts of the week

1. Hmm. I've got nothing this week. You'd think I could come up with at least one thought wouldn't you?

2. Hah! I thought of something! I got a new handbag this week, it's by Desigual and it's so cool. It's like this one, just in a different colour. I wanted the blue but it was sold out, which I'm happy about now because I like the colour I got even more. I've checked out their website and now I want all of the things.

3. I'm one of those people who others spill their secrets to. It's so bizarre, I can't believe the things total strangers tell me. For a while there I'd perfected my fuck off face so it stopped happening, but I must have lost that face cause it's started happening again. In the last two weeks one lady has told me about how her first baby died at 6 months and another lady has told me about when she had a stillborn baby. I can only imagine how awful those experiences must have been. 

4. I don't understand why people tell me intimate details of their life. What makes you tell a total stranger things that you'd normally only tell those closest to you? It's not like I ask them, I'm usually just sitting there and they'll start talking to me. 

5. I bought Vogue this week, what a waste of money. The first 42 pages are ads and the first article doesn't start until page 83. I thought I was buying a magazine not a huge ad brochure.

Friday 19 February 2016

FFS Friday - Boobiana

I'm pretty sure that I'm scaring Chai for life. FFS.

I spoke to his teacher about how he's coping at school and she said that he's doing really well. Not FFS.

Then she went on to say that he gets quite anxious but he has good coping mechanisms. FFS.

He'll get upset then he takes deep breaths and tells himself that mummy and daddy love him and that we'll be back to pick him up soon. FFS.

He also gets anxious when they go to do music or sport and his main teachers don't stay with him. FFS.

They both think he's doing really well, I think that he shouldn't have to be dealing with this. He shouldn't be worried about where Tiger and I are or where his teacher is. He's too young to be feeling like this. FFS.

Pretty sure letting my child go through this is failing as parent. FFS. 

It's my job to shield him from things like this, not to place him in situations where he feels this way. FFS.

This supports my case for taking him and running away. I just have to convince Tiger.

The pool saga continues. FFS.

Last Friday they were supposed to be fiberglassing the patches. I left the gate unlocked for them and just for a change they didn't show up. No phone call or text message. Nothing. Fecking useless. FFS.

Saturday night I got a text message asking if they could come and do some work on the pool on Sunday. Naturally I said yes. They actually turned up Sunday and Monday and Tuesday! By Tuesday the pool was finished and by Wednesday evening it was ready to swim in. Yay!

Every now and again Eljay likes to start our day by singing me the song of his people. He figures that waking me up before 6am isn't torture enough, so he adds to it by singing me the song of his people to ensure that I'm blasted into consciousness. Last Friday was one of those days. FFS.

He woke up, told me to get up, slid out of bed and when I didn't immediately acquiesce to his demand, threw himself on the ground and started crying. FFS.

I hadn't even managed to pry my eyes open. FFS.

Have I mentioned I'm not a morning person? Well I'm not. Never have been, never will be. 

I stumbled out of bed and into my room to put on my dressing gown. For reasons unknown to me the boys started fighting and Eljay emptied the contents of his water bottle all over the bathroom floor in protest. FFS.

I mopped it up as best I could and stumbled out into the kitchen to start my daily duties. Normally in the mornings we'll chat, I'll get the boys drinks and breakfast whilst they play and the tv isn't turned on. Friday I turned the tv on and started making their morning drink as quickly as possible so they'd stfu. Just as I started making their drinks I got the urge to do a poo. FFS.

It was a dilemma. FFS.

Either I gave in to the urge and had them both in the bathroom with me screaming and fighting, or I held on long enough to make their drinks which would hopefully mean I'd get to do my poo without an audience. FFS.

I held off long enough to give them their drinks, by which time I was busting, so I ran to the toilet as quickly as I could. I managed to land my foot in the one tiny bit of water that I hadn't mopped up, my leg gave way and I fell down, boob first, onto the half wall the separates the toilet from the bath. FFS.

It fecking hurt. FFS.

My boob throbbed for three hours and for the next three days it hurt every time I moved my arm. FFS.


It's still sore and is now a lovely shade of yellow. Pretty. FFS.