It’s Friday morning and I’m counting down the very few hours I have left of this working week. It’s been hectic to say the least.
For the last two weeks I’ve had a phone that refused to make or receive calls, and every time someone would call, my phone would lock up and restart itself. Apparently it’s a common fault with Pixel phones. Dealing with the phone company to get a replacement phone has been a nightmare.
I’ve also moved house this week, it was a mad dash to try and find a place, especially in our area where there just isn’t much suitable around for mine and my housemate’s needs. We found one and moved in in about a week and a half. Last week was spent packing, and organising real estates – which is especially hard when you don’t have a working phone.
Last weekend was non stop packing, moving and unpacking, and there’s still so much to do. The kitchen looks like a bomb hit it, and my bedroom looked okay on Monday, but because everything isn’t packed away where I want it, it kinda resembles the kitchen, just with different stuff.
I also have been cleaning the entire old house, which makes me regret living in such a big house. What a bitch of a job.
It seems to be a constant wave of responsibilities. A month ago I was sick and had to have every kind of test GPs make you have when they don’t know what the hell is going on. Couple that with the stress of finding a new house, packing, and dealing with the probably worst phone provider in Australia it hasn’t been a barrel of laughs lately.
Every single day of the last month I’ve had something that I need to do, and this afternoon, I have nothing.
I truly cannot wait to get home, unsnap my bra, get into my PJs and nap the afternoon away. Or if I’m feeling particularly motivated, pack the house away. Or maybe; none of that.
Just like with Captain Planet, the choice is all mine.