confucious say...pay the fleaman, or the fleas come back!

Oh, what a week....................I'm almost not sure where to begin with the drama that encapsulated my small Glenorchy abode. And. All. Because. Of.A MINISCULE. Parasite...........
You hear things about people sleeping rough in sheds and outhouses in the depression but one never thinks the expereince of lying awake at night scratching oneself to bits because of fleabites (or whatever the hell they are) And the agony of thinking that at any moment the baby will wake because they've made it to feast on her too.......but this is what we faced as the week begain.
the landlord couldnt have been less interested in helping in they tried NOTE TO ALL TASMANIANS: DO NOT RENT THROUGH MCGREGOR 1ST NATIONAL!!!!! they are a bunch of shysters. Not only did I get to the lease signing to be told the poroperty was going to be $10 per week more expensive than what it was advertised for on the rentals list (not much, it may seem, but enough to someone currently trying to survive on the single parent pension...........) then 6 weeks into the tenancy all hell breaks loose...or should I say hot day=massive amounts on bites in bed..legs, thighs, belly, elbows, AGONY!!!!
Ok. So obviously I have led a cushy life until now not having experienced the joys of being host to a multitude of microbial vermin. Maybe they will up the rent again for the privelelegde........argh.
Anyway. I have no budgeting skills at the best of times, but the need for a fumigator & the brakes on the car being cactus & getting fixed at the same time has left me $60 short (am lening it from my sis in law tommorrow) , & completely broke & in debt ...or should I say...further in debt.....until saturday.
Work still has not given me a starting date. I am seriously stressing. I hope the bugs die. The end............

waiting for the mechanic.........

Today got off to a weird start...my acqaintance Yasmin Shoobridge, a fellow singer/teacher of musicy things & all round hippy & personal numerologist and shiatsuer to the stars (ok so I made that last bit up, but hey, this is my first blog, there has to be some self grandisement somewhere, doesnt there?? Popped by at around 7.30 am as she was dropping off her partner to work & thought she's drop by and meet the baby (Minerva..more about her later I'm sure) & the new flat we moved into in Wariga Rd about a month ago now........We ended up talking about life, men, the horrors of labour, and ....meridians. And stretches you can do to enhance or energise these meridians. And hey, sceptical old me had a go at a few and by jove, they work!
Am still waiting for the meachanic from Jackmans to pick up my car which is unroadworthy ...he still hasnt arrived, I still havnt showered & dressed , the baby is still sleeping although I can hear little noises emitting from her room so It wont be long til she needs another feed.....& we're due at Pixie child care centre in 1.5 hours...something tells me its going to be a not happening sort of day. On top of that I have piles of washing, & some serious music memorising to do for up coming tso concert...see Maria Grenfell's blog "The Domestic Cantata". Quite funny really, she's set a poem about the joys & intimacies of breastfeeding to music...I quite like the syncopated bits about Egyptian frogs at the start of the piece too......am looking forward to this concert after not having sung at all during pregnancy. Too busy with work & being huge & tired..........