Thursday and Friday, xmas eve and xmas day, decided to be 38 degrees Celsius and stinking hot. It was uncomfortable and we couldn’t really get into the xmas spirit in that heat so I was the one munching on all of the stuff I’d bought.
Around lunchtime my brother rang and when mum hung up I said, “Do not tell me they’re coming tomorrow.”
“Well, xxxx (not putting my real nephew’s name in) wants to see us.”
I went ape shit on her. “You’ve told me for three weeks you didn’t want anyone here for xmas and now you don’t say no to him.”
“Well I didn’t say yes,” she very weakly proclaimed.
Needless to say I went off my face. I was so f@#king exhausted from four weeks of scrubbing, cleaning, running around back and forth, dealing with tradies and phone calls plus revolting heat so I couldn’t and didn’t sleep that I could barely keep my eyes open. And now we were arguing on xmas day.
I very loudly huffed and puffed while clearing out the lounge room as four weeks’ worth of stuff to go through had piled up there. I had to move my pc and stuff back into the office as I’d been working in the dining room for a week. I threw or kicked everything into her bedroom and didn’t care if I broke it. We argued and yelled and I swore that all I wanted was a f@#king holiday over xmas.
She didn’t even get what I meant.
So I told her all of the above. “You said you didn’t want anyone here, I’ve been scrubbing and cleaning and dealing with tradies and all I wanted was five days off over xmas for a holiday before dealing with it all again.”
And then she said something pretty dumb. “Well you should have told me”
I was dumbfounded. “Why do I need to tell you? It’s a weekend with two public holidays, what else were we going to do?”
And then she said, “well it’s xmas, they’ll come tomorrow so you can still have two days off.”
What the f@# sort of holiday was I going to have in two days!?
Either way, we ended up in tears we were both so exhausted. Didn’t stop my brother and his family coming though.
By this point I’d done a lot of online shopping and just didn’t care. You know how when you get so exhausted from not sleeping and working hard, your brain barely functions and you’re just like, I don’t give a f@#k, I need shoes and kaftans!
So on Saturday they came after lunch and I ended up sitting at the dining table before mum forced me to go and get McDonalds for everyone. I kept saying I’m on holidays but did she care? Nope! I should have said no because in my state I probably should not have been driving, nor feeding a sick woman a cheeseburger and cheesy fries because the next day, Sunday, yep, she was sick again! And so I really didn’t have a holiday because come Tuesday, it was back to ringing up the Housing Trust to get a bloody plumber out to fix the hole in the ground. Phone calls, dealing with everything else, trying to get a month’s worth of stuff sorted, having a holiday, albeit a late one, and the horrible heat. Thank God I’d put the jewellery store on holiday on the 23rd until the 5th of Jan. I needed the extra time…to sleep…and shop!
I found more shoes, more kaftans, more of everything as everyone was having their after xmas sales and I was shopping up a storm buying stuff I wouldn’t normally buy, excess shoes for hundreds of dollars, but that’s not all.
That’s right, by now it had been four weeks that we’d had a hole in our back pathway where you go back and forth from the car. There was a pile of rubble and the original plumber had used our old bbq cover to cover the hole.
How f@#king slack!
But that wasn’t the worst of it; the hole didn’t get done until the beginning of Jan. It had been 6 weeks just to get some piping done, the hole filled in and the patch concreted. As it turns out, the original plumber came to fix it and even he was disgusted that it had taken so long.
To be continued…