O its been a tough time.  Today was landlord house inspection, retail director visited work and I had a meeting with my priest whom I havent seen since May so a pretty filled day for me.  When I wakened up I had a serious knot in my stomach.  Every room ended up being cleaned and the paint was either touched up or completely re-done (3 bedrooms).  Duvet covers were bought and changed, towels where staged and my realistic pet rat was put on top of my toilet radiator.  It got to the stage where I felt I couldnt functon anymore.  I couldnt clean anymore and I was totally knackered.
My hair hadnt been dyed for wks and I’m ashamed to type the grey was evident for all that looked at me.  Strangely I didnt give a fk (sorry but my brain has caught swear words from a woman at work).  The perfectonist in me kept going until I hit the girls room.  The mother of god would have needed extra patience for my daughters room.  There washing took 4 black bags and I did revert to hiding it in my garden shed but honestly  I didnt have the time or the energy to do it.  Anyway it was indeed my landlord.  He arrived early, I suspect hoping no one was home but  Mr Bean and a sick daughter were.  I had left a list of all kids DOB but 11yr old is smart and managed to give them.  My house passed with a wow look at the fridge, o, its 2 fridges.  Omg, look at that cooker and a my how busy is this house & tidy (I’m so proud).  I do have a house in "walk in condition whatever that means" and no problems where found or I should type spotted so we passed.  A decleration of being a good neighbour had to be signed but I ignore my neighbours so thats not a problem so onwards for another yr but what a heart stopping time it was.
I was a total nervous wreck.  A little turd of a man and I was bricking it.  O and there is a positive.  In less than a fortnight my house has been painted and its presentable.  I would even allow my mother into my bedroom.  More importantly, I would allow my mother into my girls bedroom.  I did even manage to get all the front house blind changed and since taking the old venetians down and replacing them with new suede roman blind the outside looks pretty good too.  Just a pity the old carpets are still on the floors but the 2 of them were covered wth throws so even they looked ok.
So now the tough stuff starts, keeping it that way.  The kids whilst not helping havent really hindered.  They’ve just got used to staying out the way and thats ok.  The dropping of clothes has been erradicated by extra laundry bins and the bins in every corner seem to be being used.  I suspect it wont last but just for tonight every room looks great.  Poor shed still has the girls washng but heh, nothings perfect eh.
Work was fine.  I think perhaps my line manager has become surplus to requirement but thats not my problem.  I dont get involved.  I’m happy, enthusiastic and cope efficiently.  It was hinted that I move to another shop that has no team leader but since its not in my town its not an option and I’m happy where I am.  Its a whole shop effort, not just mine and ts nice that they appreciate us.
Ok, the tough part of today Fthr Harry.  Faith is important to me.  I am human.  When the shit hits my fan I pray but honestly, I’m happy.  I’m a happy, contented little bunny with my lot.  Something doesnt suit me I go around it .  I do still pray I just dont need to get down on my knees in front of a crucifix to do it.  However being in a sacramental year – am I not always, I have to get the faith bug back and attend Sunday mass.  I guess I cant bring my chldren up in faith if I’m not practising it can I.  I made a commitment and I’ve never been a quitter.
Strangely the one thing thats been missing from my world this week has been music.  I havent had my ipod in my ears once and I feel happier.  Not sure if their’s a connecton but I’m going to leave it for a while see how I feel.  Well, its about time for me to do some ironing.  Life maybe boring but its never dull
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Progress moves on.

All banisters have been painted to match the doors.  Decided all the bloody hall needed painted, did that cant remember when but its been done.  You know when you think a touch up will be enough, start it and discover that it just wont do?  Had that in both my sitting room & kitchen so both have been painted.  Boys bedroom is being completed as I type and the girls bedroom has been started.  Its a start, its a small one but heh, from little acorns eh.
My bedroom has still to be tackled and that’ll have to wait.  I did have a brain wave with the toilet roll 20′ up and its all been removed.  Amazing what you can do with a long disgarded washing line pole and a wallpaper scraper.  It helped that H is almost 6’4 and can balance on top of my banisters but if nothing else it looked funny & toilet roll removed.  I am what you call knackered.  I’m very grateful for the help eldest and H have given but paintng should really be left to those of us who actually look as we paint.  I  seem to follow them about, paint brush in hand just to frustrate them and myself.  Someone actually commented that I say I’m grateful quite a lot and I am.  Everything that is done to help I am grateful for.  I am very lucky that I have a house to paint and the money to buy it.  Ok, kids who didnt put all manner of stuff on the walls would be better but I’m even grateful to them for fking off out to let us get on with it.
I do have tomorrow off work and thank goodness cos I’m going to need that extra day.  I have bought all new bedding and towels.  I really could have done with some new rugs but I’m not paying out just to cover my carpets that are past there best.  I maybe daft but I’m not mental.
Anyway better go paint something.  Its weird, all this painting and the house really does look like a tip.  I often call it a tip when its not but it really is one currently.  As long as all painting is done by Wednesday it’ll be fine for the inspection.  I was beginning to think the girls bedroom would never get started and yet all gloss and even one wall has paint on it, how fkn amazing.
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slow progress

Im going to become  an inspector bore, aplogies.  Progress has been made although not as much as I would have hoped.  All internal doors have been painted, that was all they managed this morning!!!!  I have managed this afternoon to paint the bathroom & reseal sink, bath & around toilet.  Im crawling along and I am not knocking myself out about it.  Bedrooms are still waiting & I’m seriously considering taking next week off cos I dont see much progress & since we’re all just going about our day to day business as normal its not all going to be done.
Im away to do something, dont quite know what but whatever it is better do it..
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Lesson the load

One of the women I work with shares the same landlord.  She has already had her annual visit and it doesnt bode well.  She was told that the heart her grand-daughter had drawn in pencil on her wall was not acceptable and had to remove it.  OMFG.  Okay operation cover-up has begun.  The bathroom has had all grafitti covered and all that remains is to paint the other bits of the wall.  Given the inspectors vigor its a good plan to put them off until next Thursday.  I figure that if the painting is done this week and I am confident it will be the tidy and clean thing can get done next.  This leaves the kids no time to go to destruct mode.  Thats my plan anyway.
Im glad to get to work just for a bloody rest.  The normal day to day house stuff goes on regardless of the extra load re house inspection.  On phoning to change the app it was arranged so that I would be here.  They dont have a note of my childrens dates of birth and I appear to be the only one who can figure those out.  I would rather not be here when my house is put under the microscope and I’m thinking  that they will be able to pick on something even if its only the toilet roll thrown so far out of reach that scaffolding would be required to reach it.  Fkn kids.
I have no time to read.  I dont actually have time to be sitting on my arse typing either but since I type with all fingers it takes no time at all.  I’m off to wash some walls..
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The trouble with

Not owning my home is its someone elses.  I got a letter yesterday telling me that my landlord is about to do there annual house visit.  Never had one of those but its sent me into a major meltdown.  I have assumed that its a check and it’ll be done by a housing inspectorto there standards.  I have checked there website and as a tenant I’m supposed to have white ceiling, white skirting and keep my house in good decorative order.  O dear, think we’re in trouble.I’m thinking that means the kids maybe shouldnt have put grafitti on the walls or tossed toilet roll at walls I cant reach.  Bannisters shouldnt have felt tip pen on them and window handles dont need nail varnish! Skirting in some areas is sadly lacking and I have 3 bedrooms that are in dire need of redecoration.  A light switch that was cracked I dont know how long ago still needs replaced.  I know he’ll take one look at my changed doors and tell me they need replaced with fire doors.
I am not going to panic mode.  My 3 daughters have been told to clean there room and if they dont I will black bag there stuff and move myself in to paint there walls and return the bloody ceiling to white.  I’ve never been big on white ceiling and paint them a paler shade of my walls, made sense to me at the time.  The boys bedroom needs painted but since they keep there room clean and tidy that will be done in no time.  I have no idea what colour it’ll be, whatever I can find but by the time the inspector comes anything that needs repaired will have been done and painting will have been done.  I am my mothers daughter but I feel a huge responsibility and since I fall short of my own standards heaven knows what the inspector will think. 
My kids dont listen.  They think everything is a huge joke and I am not capable of getting them to understand how serious I am about the state of my house.  I know other peoples are worse but I have pointed out those people own there home and can keep it how they like.  I dont have the luxury of being able to just let my house be a midden (rubbish tip), except walking around it, it is.  Better go.

and so

Life goes trundling on.  Laptop is back.  Note to self write down the password for the router so next time I dont have to stress.  Only reason I got connected to internet  again is because my youngest daughter Hope had connected her Dsi and remembered it, clever girl.  Kids are all fine.  They all had a viral infection during my bronchitis visit so they were less demanding than normal.  My eldest has been relieved of dinner duty and apart from still being tired the 2nd lot of mega antibiotics seem to have worked.  Still smoking the mental menthol fags but I seem to be doing ok. 
Without shopping online or in shops I have managed to save some money.  I’m sure its helped by the fact that I cant smoke as much so have saved £50 on that alone in a fortnight.  I always dreamed of having £10,000 stashed in a drawer.  Money not required but kinda sitting there and I’m only half way there and its not in a drawer but my safe but its nice to know its there.  Christmas is only 102 days away and its not cheap.
Work I returned to on Thursday.  I did have to visit last monday to start a new guy but I’ve eased back into it.  I still have a husky voice and if I over use it I lose it and I am still required to do that scream yell thing that as a parent, its essential.  Works taking struggled whilst I was off and I was more than happy when I returned that they picked up lol.
Being unwell had some positives and some negatives.  Eldest realised that its not so easy being a parent and kids ate whatever he cooked.  Washing routine fell apart and despite others best efforts they just fell short of the usual loads so have a mound to catch up on.  The bathroom and toilet hadnt been cleaned and despite visiting I didnt have the energy or the inclination to clean them.  I’m feeling better since they were cleaned yesterday.  Toys that had been disgarded on my stairs have been given back to there owners and the only place that needs cleaned is my bedroom and the girls room, theres a shocker.  They will be cleaned eventually..
anyway I will read others blogs.  I havent been on here for ages.

and so it goes on..

I knew by last Friday that my banging headache was something other than just a cold.  By Saturday morning I hadnt slept a wink, couldn’t lay down because I felt like I was choking and even smoking was difficult.  Ah we struggle till Monday morning when my GP’s opens.  Get an app and I have Bronchitis.  Little known fact the colour of your phlemn gives an idication to what you have.  Green and its a chest infection.  Yellow it bronchitis.  Interestingly I have one lung sounding clear and normal and one not.  The antibiotics are slow to work and since giving anything up, even phlemn isn’t easy I’m still struggling to breathe.  I have given up the idea of smoking regular cigs and have down-graded to menthol.  The shame of it, menthol.  My mother did ask why I was bothering but a nicoine hit, however small is better than nothing.
My son has taken the brunt of looking after the other kids.  There dad is carrying on as normal and poor Jay is in charge of making sure they get changed, do homework and even cooking dinner for them all.  Even on H’s night off it falls to eldest to cook?  Im still sleeping sitting upright and had to request H vacated the room last night at midnight.  He was happy sitting watching crap on Tv, drinking his gin and I just wanted to go to sleep.  Dont think he was happy but neither was I.  Ok, away I go for a good cough..
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