Hey! I just checked my last post and forgot to mention in it that I wouldn’t be able to write this week’s the actual week. So this blog is a few days (2?) late.

Apologies.

First thing I’ve gotta say is that we were lied to! Luke, as a 17 year old, gets his phone a couple hours each Wednesday and Sunday, so last Sunday we had the brilliant surprise first phone call from him. I was sitting at the computer desk with mum when a private number rang, and she answered so fast! Like first ring. Luckily, because it was Luke calling from the common room phone.

Let’s just say, I wouldn’t pick up a private number phone call even if I expected it.

Yeah so we spoke to Luke, who was missing us a fair bit. He was quite upset on the phone, but it was good to hear from him anyway. Even though dad kept talking about how he’d been through everything Luke was going through right now and didn’t actually let him talk much. 🙄

It was really nice to hear his annoying voice though.

Right, the actual start of my week was TAFE on monday to complete my RSA in hopes of finding a job. Mum drove me into the TAFE early, because they hadn’t sent me the email confirmation that I was enrolled, but they had emailed to say I was enrolled… even without any form of payment…?

Yeah so we went in, and it was just a whole big mess around. The lady who sent that email was apparently out of line and wasn’t approved to send/say that, but luckily there was room still in the class and I could sort out payment later in the day.

Showed me to the classroom like five minutes after it was due to start, only to discover it was like a full 15 people. Awkward.

The lecturer was fantastic though. Despite all TAFE’s flaws, they do find people that are passionate for their respective teaching areas. (And have a great canteen) That day was mostly all the theory. We had one written assessment to complete through the week before next Monday, and then a role-play observation on refusing service of alcohol to people in different circumstances, also to be assessed next Monday.

The theory is all pretty basic knowledge, maybe apart from how many standard drinks/drink serving sizes, but after doing ATAR the past two years it was such a breeze.

I come to find out during the day, that the class I joined is actually completing their certificates in hospitality, and I had walked in late to a class of people that already knew each other and had been going to class together the whole previous week. Fml

Its quite a mix of students anyway, some others were also only there to complete the RSA, others wanting a job in hospitality. Some adults, some dropouts, some with english as a second language. Cool class really, and again, the lecturer was just so awesome, I would have done the hospitality class if I knew she was teaching it, but I don’t have the motivation or money for that.

We had a couple of breaks throughout the day, as it went from 9-4, and dad picked me up at the end of the day after getting Connor from school.

It was in the car back home that dad was saying how much stuff he had to do on Tuesday, how he’d be busy with meetings and apointments. No movies then I guess.

Typical. I wasn’t sure if he’d forgotten, or didn’t take my movie day suggestion seriously. And then he said we’re having pasta for dinner, which would be great if mum wasn’t struggling with her gluten intake at the moment and trying to stay away from heavy lots of gluten, such as a bowl of seafood pasta.

I shared these thoughts with mum once she came home. Of course she ate dinner anyway, because at least someone else cooked.

Tuesday, like dad said, he was busy, so I was pretty much just home with the dog for the day, meaning I spent most of it lying horizontal.😴

By the time Connor got home from school I got up and went to the gym because I can’t just do nothing all day I figured.

Wednesday was my second pole class, which dad took me to. Don’t know if I’d mentioned that dad was off work now that mum had started her new job? Oh well, thats why dad’s taking me everywhere anyway. Connor didn’t wake up in time for school that day so dad let him stay home with the condition that his bedroom (Luke’s old room) was immaculate by the end of the day.

Now dad doesn’t actually know its a pole dancing class, he just knows its a dance class. Not like there’s an end of year concert or anything, so hopefully I don’t get questioned because I legitimately don’t know how he would take it.

This week there were three other ladies, and none of them were the ones from last week. That’s alright, we did some trickier things, building on to other moves. I actually managed to do a sit and lift my legs away from the pole. Sounds complicated but I’m not adding a stick figure diagram to explain, sorry.

Driving home from the class, dad mentioned how there wasn’t much on at the movies at the moment, so why don’t we go bowling or something instead next week? This is great! I would love to do a proper activity with dad, he’s just not interested in much. We could maybe go fishing but the weather is so shit right now; bowling is perfect.

The car ride back from dance was so good, we just talked the whole time! I don’t know if maybe mum said something to him, or he just got a good sleep or what, but it was really nice.

Instead of going straight home, I asked if we could go to a hairdressers not far from the house. I reallyy needed someone to fix the length of my hair and get rid of the bleached blonde ends. Booked in for Thursday morning, brilliant. We could take Connor to school and then I could go straight there.

I didn’t do much the rest of Wednesday, Connor and dad were cleaning his room. I did get my NDIS approval though, finally! So thats a win after 10 months.

Late that night I asked if mum had said something about me to dad. We’d had a really great, chill, just nice day, and I was hoping so bad that was his own accord. No, mum did say to him how I was disappointed we didn’t go to the movies, but apparently honest to god he’d forgotten about it. Mum said he looked deflated when she mentioned I wanted to go with him. At least we’ve got bowling now.

Thursday I ended up having a bit of a sleep in. I wasn’t sure if they would wash my hair or not at the hairdressers (I hadn’t been to a proper salon for probably 4 years) so I eventually got up and had a shower to wash my hair.

Once I got there we went over what I wanted to have done. They washed my hair (oops) and then put the colour in to match with the colour of my roots that were growing out. I did forget that I’d have to wait 40 minutes for the hair colour, but they gave me a cup of tea and a bowl of popcorn while I was waiting which was so nice. And then when the lady washed the colour out, I got a bit of a head massage as well that I loveddd.

A separate lady then came over to cut my hair, where I had to explain that it’s grown back to weird and unevenly because I shaved it just over a year ago.

By the time they were finished (~2.5 hours later) my hair looked so stunning! Like I took pictures all afternoon because it just looks so good! Will definitely be going back to that salon. Excellent customer service and skill. Even recommended me a hair wash that would help retain the colour, and didn’t force me to buy it on the spot!

Thursday afternoon I didn’t do much except complete most of the questions for my RSA written assessment. Out of 40 I ended up with only 4 I wasn’t sure how to answer. All the questions were pretty vague really, and after ATAR I’m not sure how much I was expected to write in response to each question. Did my best anyway, just have to go in early on Monday to ask the lecturer about the last couple.

So I did that, cleared the dog toys off the back lawn so dad could mow it and thats about it. Once mum got home we decided were going out for dinner. No one felt like cooking, but we hadn’t defrosted any meat anyway so restaurant it was. I was on the phone to Kylie, and mum on the phone to my aunty when we walked out of the house. Dad had locked the back of the glass door so we just had to pull it shut when we left and not lock it with a key.

So I walked out, pulled the door shut. No one had house keys with them. One huge big misunderstanding later and we are locked out of the house. Oopsie.

After 200 bucks for a locksmith, it was already a very expensive dinner and we hadn’t even left the house.

Dinner was spectacular once we got there anyway, dad had the best oysters he’d had probably ever, and my steak sandwich was so well proportioned it was just *chef’s kiss*

And of course, we finished off by going to the ice cream shop for dessert. Shout out to Bean and Cone Bunbury for their extensive range of dairy free ice cream options.

Unfortunately, I think I’ll have to do this week in two parts… the weekend lowkey deserves it’s own post. I know this is already behind, but bear with me, I’m just a girl. Will update with pt.2 asap, until then remain chronically online and drink plenty of water

See you soon as I find some effing motivation! Bye!

possible future blog release dates

busy bee pt.2 – wed 6/8

dero gero – wed 13/8

(name tbc) – sat 23/8