Easter. And chocolate.

And there can never be enough chocolate! I'm trying to hold off until Easter Sunday before I eat chocolate again. It's ... difficult.

Like a lot of things. We are now four months into the new year and the old habits are beginning to return. Or worsen. Cupboard doors must be slammed. The toilet door must be closed hard. Too bad if there is someone else in that room! Elder complained of how noisy she is when she goes. She's found her old photos and the manic laughing, talking, and plain idiocy has resurfaced. Incontinence problems are becoming more frequent. And the lying has begun again. Even her new worker was caught out and so impressed that last time they went out, she felt compelled to lay down her rules about lying. Nice one.

Niece and I have a huge dust up about the lying. I confess I broke my taboo and swore. A lot. It's that frustrating. I am NOT like her mother and I can tell when she's not telling the truth. I simply cannot get her to see this and she continues on even when she knows she's been caught out. So. Eventually she tells me some story and I know this can't be right because I buy the "supplies" and I don't buy what she's telling me. And that's when I lose it completely.

Later that day I notice something in the bin and it seems that she has been telling me the truth after all. Eventually. Certainly not at the beginning. One apology coming up.

It seems she had been helping herself from the supplies I keep spare in the bathroom for emergencies. With nary a care about using them properly, reading the instructions, or asking for permission.

I can see why Ma was at the end of her tether.

This week has been busy! An appointment for something every day! Niece was sent to respite for three nights and I confess they were bliss. Absolute bliss. The shame is that when I eventually send her out I will have to go back to work and there will be no bliss. I've really really enjoyed spending my days with MOTH. Is that sappy? Surely is for me.

The following day I had an appointment with the Doctor. Nothing serious, just a script. But it was a good excuse to have a cup of coffee at our favourite Muffin Break. The barista there is excellent and always makes a good cup.

The landlords and the real estate agent came in for a look and a meet and greet. We'd been rushing a bit to do the final tidy up. For instance, there is simply no point vacuuming the floor the day before. I do that and turn around and there is black hair floating and it's like I never touched the place. Terrible! At least with the other place it wasn't as visible. More space probably. Then rush off to wash my hair and the agent turns up while I'm in the shower. Perfect timing. Thanks Fates. As usual. The landlords seem like lovely people. MOTH, as is his wont, went about asking can I do this, and can you look at the fans, and the oven was fixed but now it runs 40 deg lower than it should. There's an old antennae lying outside the back door. I ask what they want us to do with it and MOTH is busy telling them he can straighten it out and put it back up. WHAT THE HELL FOR?? Fool. See, always saying I can fix it when in my reality, there's no point fixing it, nor complaining about it, nor even mentioning half of it. I told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn't getting up on that roof. The agent laughed about the "domestic" and told him she wasn't having tenants on rooves. *and as an aside, roofs is now an accepted spelling. did you know that?*

Then that afternoon it's off to a new hairdresser. I've not been there before but they were recommended by someone I used to work with. It's about a 25 minute drive away. She says the drive is worth it. So off we go. The salon turns out to be just a little spot in a very small cluster of shops. It's old and there's nothing fancy about it. Two girls work it and both were busy. One was doing a customer's regrowth, the other, waxing eyebrows for two ladies. The stylist is chatty, I don't get my hair washed and the cut is quick and serviceable. But I'm not complaining for $19.95. I phoned and got a price before I made the appointment and just, wow. I've not paid that little for a looooong time. Think I'll be going there again.

Peace is shattered next day. Niece is due back home. But first I have a meeting at the school. It seemed to go okay. Niece is back home and begins to unpack. And here we go, rinsed out knickers. Again. And what's the story behind those? They didn't make the wash. The towel was wet and they got wet. *the towel was perfectly dry* I called her on it and reminded her of the trouble she got into the other day. Eventually she told the truth.

And sad to say but right now, the more she's here the more I wish she wasn't...

But on another note, HAPPY EASTER! Have a great break with lots of the things you like. For me, that's chocolate. Cheers!