I am grumpy as can be this week.
Allow me to purge in list-form as to why.
The tradies.
Swarming like ants around our house for three weeks now. Dangling from ropes daily, positioned to enable the best view into the ensuite to catch me blow-drying my hair. Using the rotating saw from 11am to 2pm – the exact time my kid sleeps. Painting ‘around’ my car, rather than just asking me to move it. Nodding their heads in agreement when I went to use car and said probably best I didn’t park it there again today. Removing the outside gate for painting and then replacing only half, so now it is permanently blowing in the breeze without the part of the gate that enables it to lock/close/fulfil its intended purpose in the gate world. Erecting scaffolding where scaffolding simply should not go. Beginning an underground trade of empty buckets with all the haus meris, which was at least in some part – operated out of our parking space.
The mozzies.
Breeding like bastards. Splashing around in all the rain like kids at a water park. Biting my baby all over. Flighty, hard to kill. Bastards.
The kitchen chair.
Stubbed my toe so hard this morning that all non-swearing policy in front of the kid has officially ended. Toe cannot be put into any closed shoe. Bye-bye exercise.
The washing.
Not a good week. Many unthinkable breaches with clothes in the washing machine and clothes dryer. Has resulted in a 3 page guide with CAPS and underline for emphasis being permanently hung above the dirty clothes basket.
The politicians.
I cannot bear them this week. Yawn. And as for those who thought it was acceptable to crash their verbal trucks right through a funeral and unthinkable human grief – shame on you.
The people who say ‘tax payer dollars’.
Please – stop talking. Be thankful we have a public taxation system that gives us a very very nice life.
The immigration ‘debate’ in Australia.
I am so tired of hearing all the predictable noises people make from all sides in this debate. And while people smugly argue their clever points one way or the other, most people don’t bat an eye at the fact that as a nation, we have now watched live on our televisions a boat breaking apart as people die, and then some months later – their loss being felt by relatives as they say goodbye forever.
Can you possibly imagine undergoing a devastating trauma and loss on that scale, and doing so in a country that is not your own, where you are not sure if you can stay and it does not seem as though people want you to anyway?
And can you imagine experiencing all of these emotions with every major Australian news network pointing their cameras in your face?
I think it is time to have some compassion for our fellow humans. Not because we are left or right of want to ‘free the refugees’. But because people are people, and these people are at rock bottom. They need a break.
I suppose if I were the kind of person who identified myself as a ‘taxpayer’ and wanted to know where my dollars were being spent, I would want to know how much the Australian Government spends each year implementing the mandatory detention policy. It seems like a hell of a lot of money to me, and of no real benefit to the majority of ‘Australian taxpayers’.
Don’t you think it seems a little bit silly for the government to keep pumping the dollars into building these alternative little centres all over the most arid parts of Australia specifically for this purpose when we already have one massive facility that functions quite well.
It is called the community.
A hell of a lot easier, and maybe just a little bit humane.
And one thing that has made me very happy:
Laid - Wednesday nights on the ABC.
This show is rocking my world; smart, funny, poignant, well acted and sharp as hell.
Love love love it!
