So it looks like we are going to be moving soon...

On the 2nd of march we are going to be picking up the keys to our new home.  And its going to be ours!!! Today I got the pre approval for the home loan to buy a house.  I am ever so happy.  I can't believe that the boys and I are going to be owning our very own house.  Its not the flashest house in the world but it will be ours.  I can't wait to get into painting and decorating it to make my mark on it.  I already have so many fantastic ideas and can see that I will be doing a lot of painting and handyman jobs over the next year or so.  Mister 5 is even more excited then me I think he has all these plans for his bedroom and has already picked his room out luckily it is the one that I had planned on him having.  The best part is the boys will even have their own toy room as there is a small 'sunroom' that we can use as a play room for them that means no more or well very few toys on the floor in the bedroom and the lounge room something that currently annoys me.  So I expect that over the next year there will be lots of blogs about my painting adventures and any other from of renovations that may take place once we move in.  OOOOOH I have never been this excited in my life...
Here is our house

Its that time of night again..

Waring this is going to be a woe is me entry....
This is the time of night that I find hard as a single mum....its the moments following the children going off to sleep when it would be nice to sit on the sofa and snuggle with someone and have an uninterrupted  adult conversation.  I guess its some what harder as there is a special someone that I would like sitting beside me on the sofa but for various reasons its just not possible.  I wish at times that we could sort things out and go back to what we used to have..it wasn't perfect or even normal but it was good and a beautiful little boy is proof of that.  I am not really sure what happened but something did and as a result things are complicated.  Its not that I want it all I was happy not living with him and just spending weekends with him doing things and enjoying each others company but even that doesn't happen all that often.  Mostly I just find myself missing him and wishing I could be with him but still finding myself alone.  We have tried ending things completely but it doesn't last long.  I really can't work out why he still keeps coming back its not like he couldn't get someone else because he can.  I don't know I just can't seem to work men out they never know what they do or don't want these days.
So long story short I am feeling lonely and missing the man that I love and more then anything else at the moment I wish that I could be wrapped up in his arms watching something stupid and pointless on the tv but more so I guess that I wish that I could tell him that I miss him.............

You know your a moody bitch when...

Your contemplating stabbing yourself in the face with a rusty fork....OMG even I am annoyed at how moody I am at the moment.  Its a combination of lack of sleep, the messed up weather (hot one day freezing the next), misbehaving children and the side affects of the stupid contraception I am now on.   If my mood doesn't improve in the next few weeks with cooler weather and more sleep then I will be having the damn little rod removed from my arm otherwise I might just have to slap myself silly or worse.  The last time that I was this moody was when I was trying to get pregnant with mister 5 and was taking very large doses of clomid which is a fertility drug.  I find it somewhat amusing that once getting pregnant was something I had to work really hard for now its something that I have to prevent.  Its funny how life works sometimes.  I prefer the latter though as it meas that if and when I do decide to have another child I know it wont be so hard (well I hope that it wont).  Anyway i really should feed the fur babies and get my backside into bed I plan on sleeping in and pity the person that tries to wake me before 9 am...It wont be pretty......

My Pussy has no street credit!

The feral cat has been getting his ass whipped by a cat that is half his size which I am pretty sure is actually female... Its quite sad really, watching him cower on the front patio with his tail all bushy and his heckles up scared and howling like a baby while this tiny little girly looking cat takes swipes at him.  As soon as I open the door to try and sort it out he comes racing in and hides behind the safety of my skirt (well he would if I wore one) and then as soon as she is gone he whines to go back out just so he can sit there and wait for her to come back and have another go at him...I think it might be time to take him to the vet and have his testicles removed because he is obviously never going to actually use them...Really why is it the males I seem to pick lack one thing or another I cant even seem to pick a decent cat these days...