Who wakes at 6.30 on a Sunday???

*raises hand*

No, for a change the kids didn’t rouse me by jumping on my stomach. This time I rolled over and blearily checked the time on my mobile before rolling off the bed, onto my knees and heaving myself up. Yep, that means I didn’t ‘want’ to get up… it means I ‘had’ to get up. Why? Ok, let’s see… Mum is picking myself and the girls up at 9am to go to Phillip Island. That’s a big YAY in my book… but as per my usual disorganisation it also meant that I did all the laundry that I wanted to take yesterday and I had to get up and a) throw some of the jeans and what-not into the dryer coz they didn’t dry on the clothes horse and b) pack the rest of the stuff that I hadn’t packed. Now I’m hoping that I remember to pack all the essentials… hmmmm.

It’s 7.34am now… *yawn* I’m still rather zombie like. Thankfully the brain mess that I was in (the last couple of days)started to subside yesterday. I still have the ability to be a little cranky, but I now have to be pushed to a certain point before I snap. Tylah was sitting with me last night and asking me why I was so angry and I tried (my best) to explain it… but I think it horrified her rather than educating her so we might wait a few more years before we have "that talk" again.

*stretch*

I could really do with a double strength skinny latte right now. It’s what I need to give my body that jolt to fully wake up. Mum is bringing (driving) my dad’s brand new Subaru Impreza to PHillip Island and I wouldn’t put it past her to pin me down as driver. Not that I’d mind, it’s a fairly sweet ride (cruise control alllllllllllllllllllll the way down the highway) but maybe today being the passenger would be quite nice. I don’t know.

I still haven’t spoken to Sarah. I didn’t really write a big entry in here about what was going on but the long and the short of the issue is that the last house I rented was her mother’s. I know i’ve spoken about the crazy landlord before and she really is a nutcase. She’s also my best friend’s mother. Huh, great situation, I think not.

Anyway, the crux of what occured is this: We moved out, started cleaning the place and before we were completely finished, her ‘mother’ started moving her stuff in. I had the carpets steam cleaned to the best of my ability but the place was old and the carpets were haggard. Besides all of this, Sarah’s mum is going to bulldoze the place inside of 6 months anyway (to build a new place). We didn’t get to finish the garden, and because both Mike and I are busy during the week (he works, I work & study), I told Sarah’s mum that I would finish the cleaning/gardening the following week-end. Well, it didn’t get that far because Sarah wrote this bizarre and rather hurtful email to me outlining the things we ‘hadn’t’ done (overlooking the stuff we had!) and basically reamed both Mike and I out. The funny and rather annoying thing is this, Sarah and I have known and been best friend’s for 13 years and suddenly, rather than speaking with me and pointing out some of the stuff (that I was already aware of) and checking if I even planned to finish up (which I did), she chose to write a long and bitchy email. I would say very unlike her since she’s not usually backwards in coming forwards. Now it’s been close to 3 weeks with very minimal contact. She says that I’m just making excuses why I hadn’t finished the work on the house (let’s see: we worked solidly until 9.30pm on Sunday night!!!!) and that Mike or I should have given up work/uni to complete the house on Monday. That’s just stupid in my opinion. I’m angry she chose to put it in an email instead of being honest… I mean you don’t write emails fullof shit like that! So yeah… I’m just not keen on speaking with her. She told her mum to get a gardener to finish the garden (even though we were going to do it) and a cleaner to re-do the house. So, of course, without speaking to us, Sarah’s mother did this and now wants to pin the cost on us. What I haven’t mentioned is that we had until 2nd September to move out. We were also paid up until that date yet we moved out on the 19th August and Sarah’s Mother moved in on the 24th August, 9 days before she should have. If we had those 9 extra days you’d better believe that we would have finished all the work. Huh…

Ok, that was longer than I intended…

But now you all get it. I’m not talking to Sarah because I think she was rude and nosey and she’s not talking to me because, well, she thinks she’s right.

So there. I’m really bummed out about the whole thing and I feel like she’s forgotten that IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HER!!!! She’s also bypassed all the stuff I have done for her over the years as a best friend and I really, truely feel like she has damanged our friendship. Note to all you out there, never rent a property from a friend’s parent. It sucks.

So there you go.

Vee

P.S: I found this on Christy;s diary and liked it so much. It’s also very appropriate for this entry. wahahaha.

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