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Okay where do I start well I guess from the beginning of my hiatus would be the best place. While even up to the day that we were moving out I was still trying to pack, as my temporary help that I had hired while my Annie was away was useless. As useful and helpful as an Eskimo in a sand storm. She would ring in sick, or not even show up. In the end I just told her to go and don’t bother. Her reply is “this isn’t what I was expecting”. Well hello but unless you have a twin sister that come to the interview you were well aware of what was going to be happening and what was going to be needed. And as you decided that half way through you didn’t want to help with what you were being PAYED to do, eg, shopping, meal prep, taxi on my bad days (our car too not your’s), help with the kids when I was unwell, and to help with the packing up of the house. Then what did you think I wanted a beauty queen to tell me how wonderful they were.
So out goes the SOS to all family and friends. Thanks to those who helped you are all angels. Ohh and by the way hubby if you had done it the way I had suggested it could have been alot easier. But then I am sure he still thinks he knows best. (Ohhh please don’t make me laugh).
And one last whinge to the owner of the house we just left. After I had payed for all the windows to be cleaned inside and out, to have the house professionally cleaned inside and out, to pay for a gardener to clean up the mess of a job your guy did and make your house perfect for you. To then have you give me a second bill to tell me how much it was going to cost to clean it. Go jump in a lake. I have one word for you “Karma”. Ohhh and four more words. “See you in court”.
Ahh that is so much better now that I have that out of my system.
Well as you know that for the last 30 days, my family and I have been living with a close family friend. Now this friend is actually a very close friend, who in the past has been very helpful in many ways, and god forbid I loose her friendship; I would be totally lost with out her.
So she was kind enough to open up her unit to us to stay in the interim till we could move into the new house, (new to us anyway). So taking the bare necessities, which wasn’t much, just hard to know what. We moved in to her place. And boy what an eye opener it was. I had forgotten how hard it is to live with someone else. Well that wasn’t my husband that is. We all let our partners idiosyncrasies slip by. But she has he set ways and likes them done that way and only that way. Now this wasn’t as hard for me I just adjusted but it was a little harder for my kids and husband.
But before I go any further let me just give a little background information on my friend, then you may just understand what I mean. She is older than myself (I’m 36 for those who are unaware). Actually this woman could pass as my mother. She has 4 children, one older than me, one my age and two a few years younger. However she doesn’t look her age, far from it. Many times people don’t actually believe she is that old, as she is one of the lucky women who doesn’t show her age and has age very gracefully without the help of cosmetic surgery, (which is something else people often assume once they believe she is the age she is). Her father was in the Navy for many years, and she married at the age of 18 to a navy guy. So all her live except for the last 22 years has been part of the Navy life. Moving from base to base, keeping a strict household. Which is always spotless and nothing out of place and everything has its place. And in many ways that is still how she runs her life. With such precision and order.
For instance if the washing machine beeped to say that it have finished the load if you weren’t there as soon as the first beep was made she would be. Dinner was at a certain time (which I don’t mind as I do that anyways), but as soon as you had put the last mouthful in your mouth, the plate and cutlery was taken away to be washed straight away. There was no sitting down and waiting till everyone had finished. She washed her dishes in a certain order so that had to be followed. Towels were only allowed to be use twice and then washed straight away. I could go on more but I don’t want to sound like I am whining.
So yes at times it was a little tense but I adapted and my kids and hubby spent time down at the park for a break when things got too much.
There were some positive things about the stay on chemo days I had more time to rest as there was nothing to do. And by then Annie was back, so on chemo days Annie would come and help me with the kids in the morning and then drive them and me to school and hospital. The she would drive me home and stay until someone was home. So all in all it wasn’t too bad just a little on the squashy side but we coped and survived.
Three big cheers to good friends.
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Posted by KP on 2008-03-07 06:00:54 | Rating: | Views: 66
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