I have a class sitting writing an essay in front of me right now. Normally I’d take the chance to do some correction, but I finished all my correction yesterday so I have ‘nothing’ to do. After lunch my other class of year 8s will be writing the same essay so I’ll knock over some correction of these ones currently being written, but at the moment I’ve nothing to do. So here I am. With nothing to do.
The last two months have been very busy, what with the job, the kids and whole ‘living a life’ thing. Adding the thermomix stuff to it has added a sense of intensity to the whole mix. The house needs cleaning even more than usual; the garden has raggedy edges and zucchinis who’ve branched out and mated with squash plants so I have mutant veggies; the dogs REALLY need a bath… yet all my school work has never been more organised and I’m loving the thermomix stuff. Also loving the extra money, which at the moment is being salted away to put towards Evan15’s mouth. (He’s undershot. He needs a jaw operation and two sets of braces to make him radiantly gorgeous. Children are expensive hobbies.)
Speaking of Evan15, as we were driving towards the school camp drop-off I told him I wanted to hear from him every day he was in phone range. So 2 hours later I get a text: UPDATE: I’m on a bus!
The next day I get a text: UPDATE: I’m still on a bus.
He makes me laugh.
I’ve been doing a bit of plotting and planning, goal setting and the like. I’ve decided that I’m going to try and pay off my mortgage by the time Evan15 finishes secondary school. We bought the house when Evan 15 was Evan3months, and what with divorcing and paying the ex out, then a huge kitchen and bathroom renovation, then overseas holidays to Bali, Thailand and Singapore, with sending kids to Central Australia (x3), Tasmania (x1), the USA (x2) and various other expenses involved with having kids … the mortgage doubled. Since 2007 I’ve been steadily paying it down. Last month we dropped below 6 figures for the first time since I had to pay my ex husband out. Now I’m on the homeward turn.
I’m so sick of paying an absolute fortune to the bank every month. Don’t get me wrong… I was very glad that they gave me the mortgage because at one stage early on I thought they wouldn’t do it and I’d lose the house, but after 15 years of paying the bank most of my money I’ve had a gutful (to put it in a ladylike way.) It’s a huge task I’ve set myself but I like the symmetry of waving both the last child away from high school and waving goodbye to the mortgage. The next year in 2015 I’ve promised myself that I’ll be going to England. Imagine if I could pay for that with cash AND have no mortgage as well???
I’m probably fooling myself that I could do it in three years. But imagine if I could? Imagine how much more money I’d have each fortnight to pay for water tanks, exotic chooks and reorganising the front yard to create a food forest? I’d be RICH!!!!
Well anyway, I’d be free.
So I’ve talked it over with the boys and we’re embarking on 3 years of Skinflintery and hard work to see if we can do it. (One of my students has obviously finished. He just held up his essay to show me the picture of a robot he drew in the margin. My students are lovely.) It’ll be lots of “waste not, want not” and self-denial, but it’ll be worth it in the end. I have no one but myself to depend on so I want to make sure that the boys and I have a secure base.
After all, with at least three of them making a beeline into careers in music, the probabilities are that they’ll never be able to afford to leave home.
Anyway, that’s what I’m thinking about at the moment. I like to have goals to work towards and this one is a huge one. The boys are on board and we’ll see how we go. I just keep thinking about how great it’ll be to get my wage each fortnight and have what used to go towards the mortgage to play with….