Umm, hey, Universe, wanna talk about yesterday at all?
Because WOW, yesterday sucked.
1. We didn't get the house. And the back-up house? Possibly not gonna get that one either.
2. The library. Namely, my children being possessed by LUCIFER while at the library. Care to explain the horror of the library to me?
3. B and I having a big fight.
Yes, Universe, yesterday really sucked.
But then again, those little potato cubes I deep fried in olive oil were twelve kinds of AWESOME. So there's that.
But I forgive you, Universe. Time is, as they say, a healer. And twenty-four hours have done wonders for my perspective.
Readers, despite your well-wishing love, the house I had my heart set on was not to be ours. In the end, the sticking point was not the cats but money. The landlord wanted more of it and we weren't prepared to budge. Oh, to have been in a position to offer more money. But we're not in that position so someone who is came along and snapped that sweet little place up – for thirty bucks a week more than we offered.
I wasn't prepared for how much that would upset me. But it did. I think it was compounded by the fact that I saw two other properties yesterday and they were both over-priced and underwhelming. Sigh.
I know, I know, I know.
The right place will present itself soon.
The library – oh man, the library. So I've been meaning to take the boys to our local library for a while now but I am always a little worried about them being let loose in the smallish space. So imagine my delight when, on arrival, I discovered that a recent renovation included a whole new 'wing' for children's books, separate from the rest of the library and specifically designed for kids to be able to play freely. Yay! It was pretty much empty and the boys had a lovely time wandering around and looking at books. And then, as other kids began arriving, it was like someone injected them both with amphetamines. They were CRAZY. And there was me, an armful of books to borrow and no pram to strap at least one of them in.
One mother who had two children of roughly the same age was lovely when I apologised profusely for my crazy children running rings around hers. "It's their age" and "They're just being kids" were some of the reassuring comments she made to me. Seeing my kids through her eyes, I relaxed a little.
I realised Zee was probably nutty because he was hungry so I reluctantly whipped out the boob. During this time, another mother and her two daughters arrived, once again similar ages to LD and Zee. But very much little girls. Sitting and reading quietly. Distracted by the task of nursing Zee, I was jerked back to attention by the sound of a sharp reprimand. With a sinking feeling, I realised that LD was 'hugging' the smallest of the two little girls – and an LD hug is very similar to a headlock when you're two foot tall. As she removed LD's arms from her daughter's neck, this woman gave me such a look. Seeing my kid through her eyes, I was mortified.
Somehow, I managed to get the three of us out of there and to the car with a minimum of fuss but not before I was completely enveloped with the feeling of being a failure of a mother with uncontrollable children. I was vibrating with embarrassment.
And then, the fight. The general vibe was that B thinks I've been a bitch lately and I feel like I am not getting the support I need from him. So, a total chicken or the egg situation. Luckily, we're smart enough to know that it doesn't matter who started doing what first – the point is the two things are inextricably linked. The pressures of the last few weeks had culminated in this clash and really, not a moment too soon. We are, after eleven years together, excellent at the art of fighting. We can vent, defend our positions a little, concede fault a little and ultimately, hug it out (bitch).
So really, Universe, all is okay. And with some time, I have been able to see the value of yesterday's lessons. The bad things needed to happen in order for us to move on.
Except for the library. The library was awful. What the fuck was the library about?