Until I went to make dinner. It serves me right for being smug and thinking how clever I was to make dinner early. I was planning on making some Thai fish cakes, and was also planning on taking some photos, to show you all how clever I am (again that smugness). Then I noticed a strange honey coloured puddle on the ground, sort of under the pantry. I opened the pantry to find that the honey coloured puddle was honey coloured because it was honey. Worse still the puddle was all over the entire bottom 2 shelves.
It took an hour and a half to clean up. I had to wipe everything down multiple times. I unloaded the entire pantry so that I could clean under it. I finally got it clean, but before I could put the food back in the cupboard Toby sprinkled an entire container of cinnamon sugar all over the carpet. At this point I would like to let you know that my most treasured possession is my dust buster.
Whilst the sugar incident going on, the girls were supposed to be picking up their
mess craft. Meg didn’t like cleaning up any more and became uncooperative. Hannah was stuffing around too.
I lost it. There is no other way to say it. I got cranky. I hate it when I lose it at my kids, but I did. I apologised later to them, but I am the adult and I hate it when I forget it.
Dinner was late, and it wasn’t fish cakes.
When we lived in the Blue Mountains, I could take the kids to visit my parents, sister, or one of my friends. I could get a change of environment when I need it. Down here, I don’t have that same option. I can visit my mother in law (but she was away today), but that is really it. I know that it takes time to settle into a new community, to make friends and develop a support network. Yesterday, I just wanted to pack up and move back home. Today is a new day…