So what has put me in this delightful mood you may ask... or you may be too afraid to ask! Well, let me tell you! That new home loan I got approved 6 MONTHS AGO didn't get finalised... because the property transfer hadn't happened! (Y'all remember that rant a few months back right? Refer to "So much for my happy ending" to refresh your memory). I knew the time was running out, my bank manager gave me a heads up a month in advance... I forwarded that to my lawyers... they contacted his lawyers... and that's where it all came undone... apparently they are no more competent than the last lawyer he had... even less so, if that's even possible! I ended up emailing him directly to see if he'd even been sent the bloody paperwork (it was sent 5 weeks prior) of course you already know the answer is a big fat NO! But to his credit he did follow them up and get it, sign it and return it in 2 days.... but you know, he'd been 'trying to keep things moving' Sorry buster, 6 fucking months of dicking around is NOT keeping things moving! I'm not your mum, I'm not even your bloody wife anymore. Not my job to kick you in the butt to get shit done!
Anyways, Monday evening I received an email from my lawyer saying they had the documents, make a time to come sign. I thought yee-fuckinkg-ha this is done!! Well of course bloody not! As if anything in this shitty story could be that easy!! Lunch time Tuesday I get an email from the bank to say that the new, new loan I applied for the previous week was not approved because I didn't meet the income requirements.... say what now?! 6 months ago I was fine, but now you're telling me that it's not enough?! Even with that itty bitty pay rise I got.... Are you fucking serious?! So now I'm having a house transferred to my sole name and no means of paying for it?! Yeah great, no worries.
If I drop my loan amount by 10grand, I "may" be approved.... that's not certain. Luckily for me I was borrowing that bit extra because I do currently have credit in the loan account - hello bulk tax returns! So instead of paying the full amount into the account each month, I stash a huge amount in there and just let the payments come out of it and throw in a bit for the interest. Solid plan, has been working for 3 years. And thankfully it is tax time very soon, so I'll get something back.... but I may end up using it to buy that caravan the kids keep begging me to get! Then we can be gypsies.
I told the bank to do the application for the lower amount but I'm yet to hear the outcome of that.
On top of all that, Mr 5 has been a downright little shit at school!! I've signed 3 'sad grams' this week!! I'd never even heard of a fucking sad gram before he started school! Now we could start an Encyclopedia Britannica collection with his alone!! He just will not do anything that he doesn't want to. He was told to eat his sandwich before his muesli bar and that set him off. Like seriously kid, I tell you every damn morning you have to eat the fresh stuff first other wise it's no good and I have to throw it out when you bring it home.
In his words 'learning is boring!" He can spell his name and count to 10 so he's done learning!
In saying all this, I do have to acknowledge that there are some absolutely amazing, beautiful people in my life and there is absolutely no fucking way I would have made it this far without their love! And I know I have 2 absolutely beautiful, smart, funny, loving little monsters who think I am the best mummy ever. I am so so grateful that they think that, and say that, given how much yelling and ranting I do.... But holy crap on a cracker, I deserve a fucking trophy! "able to tolerate the most shitty situations and still crack jokes" or "biggest whinger with the biggest heart" or maybe "best at pretending they have their ducks in a row"
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