We have a house inspection on Tuesday. Due to our roller coaster ride with lunatic business partners and psycho clients we decided to sell up and rent in a new area about 4 years ago. As a consequence we have moved a lot in that time. A couple of times because of the loonies and worst of all, we had to leave the last two houses because at the end of the lease the owners decided to sell. We are coming up to the end of yet another lease and now they have booked the inspection earlier than expected. I'm worried. Anyway, I digress...
The Workaholic has wanted to move as part of his "new life"
Anyway the kids were packed off to my parents for a sleepover on Saturday afternoon and I rushed back home and he and I did a whirlwind declutter and clean up and then I thought it would be a marvelous opportunity to catch up with the Workaholic and sort out some "STUFF".
Nope. We both fell asleep, him on the lounge, me in the bedroom.
Then I thought we could chat over dinner.
Nope. He decided to eat in front of the TV.
Then I thought we would sort it out on Sunday morning.
Nope. He got up and went out for the papers and coffee, I sorted washing.
Then suddenly, as I wanted to go over to my parents to have a late lunch before bring the boys home, he snaps into action, talking and bizarrely going around the house changing light globes.
Anyway we chatted the whole way across Sydney and sorted out quite a bit of the "STUFF" including not moving unless we have to.
Fingers crossed things really are settling down to a boring kind of NORMAL (whatever that is), in the house of O.