Chickafinty ~ A Life in the Laundry

This feels scarily familiar

Between February of 2003 and mid-2004 we went through one of those seasons.  You know the ones where everythong goes wrong.  It's probably recorded in far more detail somewhere on the blog but I can't find it, but as far as I can remember this was what went wrong:

• the computer on the washing machine packed it in about 3 days before Ladybug was born and had to be replaced
• the car had to be replaced
• the hot water service blew up and had to be replaced
• the dryer died and had to be replaced
• the toaster carked it
• so did the kettle, and my memory fails me on all the other things that went wrong, but I do remember that there were more things that broke in that period.  It was pretty bad.

fast forward to the middle of April this year and the dryer that I nursed all through last winter packed it in.  No worries...trip to hardly normal and we had a new, efficient dryer.  All good.  Tried to use the washing machine yesteday and it won't do its thing.  It's broken.  The man is coming tomorrow morning to look at it, but at 11 years old, it's not looking good.  

It's starting to feel a bit familiar in a really scary kind of way.

I hope the trail of destruction stops here.

State of Play III

Hadn't realised until I signed onto to typepad this morning that it has been 17 days since my last post.  That's gotta be the longest blog break in ages.  No real, specific, tie-downable reason for it, I just don't have a lot to say.

One possible reason (and it's only possible) is that I am totally stymied in the house.  I *know* what needs to be done, but I can't do it...not right now.  Our biggest, biggest problem is the homeschooling thing.  I haven't gone off the idea - and actually school is the about the only thing that *is* going right - but hsing does bring a set of fairly unique problems. a) the whole house is our school room, so the school stuff is not contained in any one particular place b) we have loads of books...loads and loads and loads of books, but a distinct dearth of bookshelves.  I've been trying to organise the school room for months, but can't because of the stacks of books and book-related paraphernalia hanging out in that room.  I've just placed an order for three more books to add to the chaos and am waiting on the delivery of a fourth ordered at the beginning of June but not delivered yet.  That doesn't even account for the books needed in the second half of the year, nor the art paper and dyes that are waiting the education rebate thingy.  before we know where we are there will be yet more stuff clamouring for organisation in the school room.  I'm so desperate for shelf space that a few besser blocks (breeze blocks) with some long wooden planking would suffice right now.

If I had my druthers, this is what would happen

- the bed in the toy room would be returned to its rightful owners, along with the bedding

-the books would all come off the bookshelves and roughly be alphabetised/subjectised on the floor

- all bookshelves would be moved to the toy room, thus rebranding the toy room as the Library

- the books would be reshelved, alphabetically for the fictions and subjectally for the non-fiction, until we ran out of bookshelves

- we'd buy at least two more bookshelves for that everything was on those shelves

- we'd get some mix'n'match storage units from here to go in the school room and hold all the school stuff, thus getting all the clobber off the desks and the floor

- my stress levels would subside, we could have guests over again, my anxiety levels would plummet and I would be calm and at peace, and if you look in the sky you'll see a flock of polar bears heading for the tropics.

If I had my druthers, that is.

defeated

I am feeling utterly defeated tonight.

Everything is on top of me and I can't get out from under.

Trying to pretend that it's all ok, but it isn't.