Sunday, 15 November 2020

Already fed up of the house

 Evening


I didnt sleep great, I woke up to dad snoring, then jack snoring, then my arm was hyper extending off the bed, I got cold as I lost my blanket. And yeah it just wasnt a good night to be honest

We woke up at 7:30am as my dad wanted to go to the tip at 8:30am as jack's mum was coming at 9am

so I got up with him - reluctantly - but i knew he would want to eat breakfast with me rather than eating alone. So then him and dad went and took more garden waste to the tip. and then went straight to the bungalow. I stayed home as my collection order would be ready between 10-11am at B&Q 

so i pleased myself and did some dancing and yoga as i was very stiff from not doing anything yesterday but it was an effort

mum came with me to collect which I am very happy about as I picked up paint from B&M as well which was cheaper than B&Q as B&Q didnt have my paint in stock. but it was all soo heavy to carry

I got to the bungalow after dropping mum off home, I txted mia who came round bringing me stuff and bringing me the hoover which i asked her this morning if i could collect from her but she brought it all round with rob and the dogs, had a look round the bungalow and then went and took the dogs a walk. she loved the bungalow, feel like everyone loves it but me!

after making jack and his mum a brew and measuring up a few more things i came home as I felt very much at my limit to be honest of what i could handle. i was sick of having to do things and fetch things and think of things. I made lunch and dad took it over to jack and did another tip run with him whilst his mum went home to his sisters for a bit. i went to bed.


mum woke me wanting to do a walk

so i was happy in a warm bed and got thrusted outside in the cold

upon walking down the side pathway of the bungalow we looked up and saw that dad jack and dad's friend bran was in the bungalow, dad waved for us to come in so we walked round. and basically thrust on me that bran has a week off (hes a painter and decorator) and wants to help, what colours do i want the living room, hall and kitchen? just like that i am suppose to know! so i went inside the bungalow with jack and he looked as clueless as ever when it came to this sort of thing. so i made the decisions and ran it by jack but he would be fine with anything. told bran and my dad and then went for a walk with mum like we were doing. we talked about the house - could of guessed we'd talk about that!


i got home and just wanted to be left alone to be honest

i had had enough T^T just everyone leave me alone!

so instead i sat with Oz on the sofa and looked at yet more stuff i have to order! yet more money! thats another £100 gone just like that, and tomorrow I need to buy paint T^T so more money

i couldnt order paint online again tonight so i will go down to B&M and see if they have any paint

dad came home with jack and i made him sit, i made him a cup of tea with brandy in it

i made us beans on toast for dinner as he was meeting him mum round the bungalow at 6pm for wallpaper laying

he later phoned me "i dont have a pencil"

i could cry

he works so slow and is so disorganised im always picking up the pieces

but i guess he is busy and has a lot to think about 

he just is so slow doing anything.

so mum drove me over to the bungalow, pencil in hand, as i looked like death

delivered pencil and came away


its 9pm and he isnt home yet, hes got to shower all the paint and dust off himself yet!

I sat doing some school work at my desk to chill out to for an hour and means i have an hour's less work to do tomorrow, it chilled me out painting baby yoda 

tomorrow we are working from home for the first time ever on an insec day!

so we are gonna do that and do other bits like the bank, and let chris come see the bungalow as he said he would help and there is a lot he can help with to be honest.

got A LOT to do tomorrow, from bank, work, carpet shop, B&M for paint

i want to cry

its all too much 

i dont want the house anymore

just take it away

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