Playing 'The Game'

Now that we have been to a number of open homes, made an offer on a house (which was declined) and attended a few auctions, I am becoming more comfortable with buying a house. I'm still unfamiliar with the whole 'playing the game' thing in front of agents though. In fact, I totally lost my face when last weekend, gushed to the agent how much I loved this house.

We have come to a point where we cant decide which house is better.

Richard likes this one:

(Image from here)

and I like this one:

(Image from here)

They are both so similar and to be honest, I cant explain why I like the second option better. I'm completely torn! And to make it even harder, they are within walking distance of each other...



The Perfect Kitchen

The last few months I have been pinning my favourite interior design ideas on Pinterest. Even though we haven't even bought a house yet, I know exactly what I want.

Today a monumental moment occurred. 

I found the exact kitchen that I want. 

I wouldn't change anything about it. 

Its perfect. 

This is my dream kitchen...

image source here

what do you think?

Today

Today I made an offer for our first home. Its not the Ritz Carlton, but its a start. The real estate agent was an absolute clown and tried to make me offer more money... he also tried to talk me out of a building and pest inspection. What a peanut. The link is here if you want to have a peek.

But more importantly, today I bought a new computer!!! Its an Apple iMac and its screen is nearly as big as my TV.  The last few months I have been against buying anything new- but after fixing my old busted laptop several times, buying new parts for it and trying to salvage the last of its life, I succumbed to the undeniable lure of the Apple store. 

My scratched, cracked, ugly, heavy, (but faithful) original white macbook couldn't compete with the sleek sexiness of the iMacs. In fact, my new purchase has awoken an old buried feeling: the excitement of buying something brand new, still in its original packaging, taking it home and unwrapping it.

If I wasn't about to by a house, I reckon I could go and blow a grand on some new shoes, clothes and makeup. 

Farmers Markets

I love stuff that's organic, natural, pure and chemical free. In fact, I think I'm a hippy. I love it when people eat raw and wear hemp. I could spend hours talking to people with long beards, dreadlocks and mis matched threads that look handmade or hand- me- down. If farmers markets traded daily, that's where I would be hanging. Fo sho. 

 

 But the best part, the part I love most, is coming home and cooking up a feast from our market finds. 

And seeing the babies devour their meal with undeniable vigour. 

And I dont even mind cleaning it up. 

Yum!

 xox

10 things

This blog has taken a very negative slant the last few posts so in an effort to revert to a more positive vibe Im going to list 10 things about me:

1. I'm messy and always leave clothes all over my bedroom floor
2. When I eat toast, I love lathering massive amounts of butter onto it
3. I'm scared of food additives and obssess about the ingredients on processed foods 
4. I've never been to Europe 
5. I eat raw honey most days but dont like it as a sweetener when I bake 
6. My husband thinks Im gross when I do huge burps
7. I like to drink tea at room tempurature 
8. My husband calls me 'diagonal man' in bed because I like to sleep diagonally through the centre
9. My mother in law thinks I'm a wierd, evil hippy 
10. I swear heaps 

 

 

Tantrums

I find myself texting my husband 'I cant deal with this anymore', 'I want to give Henry away' and 'I don't want to be Henry's parent anymore' more often than I would like to admit. He isn't even 2 yet and I feel like the terrible two's have been going on for ages.

I feel like my life is consumed by tantrums. Some tantrums happen for reasons beyond me; others I can predict. All of them are draining. By 7pm I feel like I am 90 years old and I go to bed feeling drained and numb. 

If I'm doing all the right things, why is it so hard? If I let him watch TV, eat pastry and chocolate, hit his brother without consequence and have a dummy all day long will it be easier? I often feel like perhaps I shouldn't have had children. I also feel like maybe something is wrong with Henry. Or me. 

Sometimes having kids really fucking sucks.

Easter

Our first Easter in Melbourne. Complete with homemade hot cross buns, Richard's mum, friends and pleasant weather...

xox