Post by Nooney on Oct 27, 2006 15:57:06 GMT -5
So appently I'm just having one of those lives...
You all know that Mago and I have been struggling financially. We figured we were safe to make it through the end of our lease with the money he pulled from his teacher retirement. Not happening apparently... We went to the bank yesterday and we have about $5000 left, which isn't near enough to cover rent, food, bills, and CC payments for the next 4 months. So we're going to be moving in to his parents' house within the next month. Joy...
So today wasn't too eventful until about 30 minutes ago. I was sitting here with the baby on my lap and caught the scent of dirty diaper. Go back to change him to find that he has pooped so much it overflowed the diaper and got on my favorite pair of pants.
No problem... I clean him up, change my pants, take the sheets off the bed since they got smudged with poo, and put all the laundry in the wash. When I go to put my pants (that have now been doused with spray and wash) into the washer I realize that the washer is filling with hot water. (Our washer is usually set to cold all the time) The sheets I just put in are brand new and bright red... here's to hoping I switched to cold soon enough.
So then I go back to the bedroom to put our other set of new sheets on the bed, only to find that what is supposed to be the flat sheet is indeed another fitted sheet. It's now out of the package and un-returnable. Even if it were still in the package I'm not driving back to Houston to return it.
I'm sure you can imagine my frustration by now... but wait! There's more!!!
Since I'm getting a little hungry (and the baby is now asleep), I pop into the kitchen to get a banana. I walk in and in the process of the apparent painful separation of banana from bunch, I realize that the corner of the new rug is wet. I look and find that one of the dogs has decided to pee on it! (If only I had known before I strated that load of laundry)
Then I come back to relay my devilish two days you, my symapthetic ears for bending, and find that Joaquin's bottle got knocked over at some point and dribbled formula all over the laptop's keyboard. Fortunately it seems that it hasn't done any damage... at least it's not showing yet.
So now I'm sitting here typing and eating my banana wondering... what did I ever do to anyone?
*sigh*
You all know that Mago and I have been struggling financially. We figured we were safe to make it through the end of our lease with the money he pulled from his teacher retirement. Not happening apparently... We went to the bank yesterday and we have about $5000 left, which isn't near enough to cover rent, food, bills, and CC payments for the next 4 months. So we're going to be moving in to his parents' house within the next month. Joy...
So today wasn't too eventful until about 30 minutes ago. I was sitting here with the baby on my lap and caught the scent of dirty diaper. Go back to change him to find that he has pooped so much it overflowed the diaper and got on my favorite pair of pants.
No problem... I clean him up, change my pants, take the sheets off the bed since they got smudged with poo, and put all the laundry in the wash. When I go to put my pants (that have now been doused with spray and wash) into the washer I realize that the washer is filling with hot water. (Our washer is usually set to cold all the time) The sheets I just put in are brand new and bright red... here's to hoping I switched to cold soon enough.
So then I go back to the bedroom to put our other set of new sheets on the bed, only to find that what is supposed to be the flat sheet is indeed another fitted sheet. It's now out of the package and un-returnable. Even if it were still in the package I'm not driving back to Houston to return it.
I'm sure you can imagine my frustration by now... but wait! There's more!!!
Since I'm getting a little hungry (and the baby is now asleep), I pop into the kitchen to get a banana. I walk in and in the process of the apparent painful separation of banana from bunch, I realize that the corner of the new rug is wet. I look and find that one of the dogs has decided to pee on it! (If only I had known before I strated that load of laundry)
Then I come back to relay my devilish two days you, my symapthetic ears for bending, and find that Joaquin's bottle got knocked over at some point and dribbled formula all over the laptop's keyboard. Fortunately it seems that it hasn't done any damage... at least it's not showing yet.
So now I'm sitting here typing and eating my banana wondering... what did I ever do to anyone?
*sigh*