Age four is doing my head in.
Babies don't talk back, defy me, or send me mental in general.
The husband is away. Thank goodness there's a kinder day coming up.
I want to rearrange the house and smash down walls. Rip out old ugly waterlogged cupboards, move the furniture around. Rip up the ugly old tiles in the kitchen and the laundry.
The first thing we noticed when we got home was how cold and damp the house felt, a musty smell in the kitchen, and the sound of the continually leaking toilet.
Then we used the washing machine and it sounded like I was washing a heap of chains and bolts in there. It's 12yrs old and the last time we got it fixed, the dude said not to bother next time.
I'm obsessed with getting a new 2-door fridge with an icemaker. Last summer I went looking on eBay and online for slushee machines. They were too expensive. In Arizona, we had ice-making machines near our room at all the places we stayed and again I became consumed with copious amounts of ice in my drinks, on hand, fresh and fast. Not the stale type that's been sitting in my freezer for a few weeks, or the empty tray someone didn't bother to refill.
Anyway, there's nothing wrong with my relatively not-old existing fridge, but we could always do with extra fridge storage in the garage, right ? For beer and wine, and Christmas and parties and stuff, yeah ? And if it doesn't fit in the kitchen, there's even more reason to start smashing things down.
But instead we got a new washing machine. A front loader.
It was delivered today.
While I was breastfeeding though, the 4yr old 'topped it up' with more soap powder mid-cycle. I heard the clank of the laundry soap tin. It was the first wash - the one where I tested if everything worked correctly and etc etc. *SCREAM*