Christ on a cracker, yesterday, specifically last night was too bloody intense. So much so, that I had to go to the shops today, on the first day of the massive toy sales, to relax. (Which was actually not so relaxing, especially when a very tall woman carrying a giant Barbie knocked into my leg and then proceeded to apologise with tears, explaining she was very stressed about Christmas. Got some sweet bargains though, love Big Deezy!) Anyhoo, I’m exhausted. One would think it was me who had contested the leadership.
I’m not going to get all #auspol like on you. It’s all a mess and I’m not surprised we have a new PM. I hope things can settle down now, mainly cause I’m over it. I’m over the media circus and constant coverage and people on FB who are now political pundits despite previously professing to know nothing about nothing. Regardless of how you feel about Julia, she brought in a host of reforms including the NDIS, Gonski and the NBN. She was gracious under pressure and we should be proud that we had a female PM.
So apart from all that going on last night, there was great tension in our house over The State of Origin playing alongside Wimbledon and what channel was going to be viewed. Mainly because I wanted to watch Tennis and Spouse, football. So there was insane 3 way channel flicking happening plus phones and tablets out. There was too many screens dude. Too many screens. At the same time an incredibly loud alarm was going off at the retirement village next door, which then led to screaming sirens. And both the next door and downstairs neighbour’s kids were whooping and screaming and carrying on like very loud, very small maniacs.
I’m actually starting to feel quite stressed typing this.
Then of course, Addison woke up. She’d not settled well initially and woke screaming. After getting her back to bed I had a strong desire to go hide under the bed, especially since there was a large amount of swearing and expert coaching emanating from the couch.
Instead I shut everything down, bar the TV and did the dishes. As in stacked them in the dishwasher. It was a moment of calm domesticity in otherwise utter chaos. Of course, there was still swearing going on, but it was significantly muted after it became apparent his team was dead and buried. Afterwards I realised we very much need to move to a freestanding house. Why? Because clearly we need a second television and also we are pretty much living in a box surrounded by maniacs. It’s kinda like a mental asylum but with none of the good drugs. Our days as apartment dwelling, city kids is fast coming to a close. The burbs await.
Tonight, Spouse is out. I intend to not cook, rather I am going to enjoy an egg and bacon roll. My first meat meal this week. I am going to watch tennis and eat my egg and bacon roll in peace. Just the one screen, no swearing allowed.