I had written a rather lengthy post about what was going on here in my wicked world and I'm not sure what if anything I had done to make the page refresh and send my writing off into that dimension where socks time travel through the drier into. While I'm sure you can appreciate how wonderfully witty and captivating
the original post was, I can hopefully get at least part of what I was
trying to talk about down....again.
When I went to publish this I found the other post, so I'm just going to squish it right into the middle of this one!
When I got up this morning, my check had been direct deposited into the bank, huge relief there, I knew it was coming but I still don't feel quite right until it's safe and sound in the bank. So I paid the cable/phone/internet bill and the water bill. I also went to get a new mop (I bought the Libman one that has the refillable washing liquid dispenser and washable pads- which will save me money on disposables and allow me to wash the floors with my own blend of cleaning fluid, the stuff that they sell for the swiffer leaves the floors feeling sticky and gross and I always have to go back over it with hot water, so this will also save me a step!) Anyway, got a pair of pliers and son #2 fixed my leaking sink...finally!!! One thing down a million to go. But there is a certain level of peace of mind that is settling in as each thing gets done.
B informed me yesterday that he will never come back to me because my house is always a mess. So I grew a spinal column and told him flat out, he has until the end of this weekend to get whatever else of his that he wants or it's going out to the curb. (9/10's of my household clutter is due to his piles of junk that he is storing here in an effort to keep his new abode looking stellar) So he agreed to come get the 'few' things he has here. He is under the impression that there is only 1 or 2 things, but there is a leather sewing machine alone (he bought it for over a thousand dollars 10 years ago and never even plugged it in!!!) and because it is an industrial quality machine if of course is gi-normous and weighs as much as a volkswagon! Combine that with his console sewing machine that hasn't worked in 20 years and the 2 giant copy machines that he took home from the curb at work along with a few car and boat engines, he is going to have to fill up the trailer at LEAST 3 times to get the junk. And that isn't even counting the stuff he has in the attic! We have 2 full attics in my house and he has both of them filled to capacity with everything under the sun. You can't even imagine the looks I got when we were moving and the movers had come to the 50 year old rusty rotting sled that was his mothers when she was a girl. Of course that was 15 years ago and I can only imagine the state it's in NOW. He has giant model airplanes that have 6' wingspans that he made before he was even with me and a train set that, had he not stored it in my damn sweltering attic filled with stuff!
My day started late, the alarm didn't go off, turns out we had another storm last night and must've lost power, the time was blinking 12-12-12 at me. It was actually 8-8-8 and that means...yep the baby was late for school today. Of course they email both myself and B anytime she sneezes the wrong way, so he knows I overslept. She's been back in school since the beginning of August and with us being head long into October I'd say her 1 absence and 2 tardies for the year are not so bad. In fact when I went to California back in April, B brought her to school late every single day and his sister was late picking her up (45 minutes every day) This coming from the man who tells me about my flawed existence every chance he gets. And getting the 'she was late' email just gives him yet another reason to tell me how much better off the baby would be if she was with him. He can't even take care of the dog he went and bought right after he moved out - the 35 constant piles of dog poop that he has decorating his dining room (her favorite place to relieve herself) is not his fault, therefore he is still a better housekeeper than I could ever hope to be.
My goal is to hire a housekeeper to come in once a week and clean the wicked house.
Which brings me to the garage. After a text-bombing session with B yesterday *he likes to rapid fire text me so I can't respond* And he was going on about how he can't ever live with me again because my house is so cluttered, I said you know what B? You are absolutely right! You have until the end of this weekend to get all that clutter out of my house. We are talking a 2 and a 1/2 car garage filled front to back floor to ceiling with everything that he doesn't have room for in his pristine (yet dog poop covered) home. The neighborhood yard sale is this weekend and I will be cleaning out the garage for that anyway, but if B gets his stuff then son #1 can come and put up the walls for my new art studio, and son #2 can run the ducts for the a/c to go out there. Right now we can't do either because B's got both my attics full to the breaking point with treasures and the garage is a hot mess with all his junk. D-I-L #1 is coming over on Sunday to help me organize and clean up the house and craft room so that once the new art studio is done it will be a breeze to move everything over from the old room. That room is the one that I'm giving to her and son #1 in March when their lease is up because they are trying to save up and buy a house.
I honestly can't remember what else I wanted to tell you, so I will go finish reading my book (Kushiel's Dart- excellent story btw) and I'll come back and continue this post later on!
hugs and kisses
slave to the wicked muse
When I went to publish this I found the other post, so I'm just going to squish it right into the middle of this one!
When I got up this morning, my check had been direct deposited into the bank, huge relief there, I knew it was coming but I still don't feel quite right until it's safe and sound in the bank. So I paid the cable/phone/internet bill and the water bill. I also went to get a new mop (I bought the Libman one that has the refillable washing liquid dispenser and washable pads- which will save me money on disposables and allow me to wash the floors with my own blend of cleaning fluid, the stuff that they sell for the swiffer leaves the floors feeling sticky and gross and I always have to go back over it with hot water, so this will also save me a step!) Anyway, got a pair of pliers and son #2 fixed my leaking sink...finally!!! One thing down a million to go. But there is a certain level of peace of mind that is settling in as each thing gets done.
B informed me yesterday that he will never come back to me because my house is always a mess. So I grew a spinal column and told him flat out, he has until the end of this weekend to get whatever else of his that he wants or it's going out to the curb. (9/10's of my household clutter is due to his piles of junk that he is storing here in an effort to keep his new abode looking stellar) So he agreed to come get the 'few' things he has here. He is under the impression that there is only 1 or 2 things, but there is a leather sewing machine alone (he bought it for over a thousand dollars 10 years ago and never even plugged it in!!!) and because it is an industrial quality machine if of course is gi-normous and weighs as much as a volkswagon! Combine that with his console sewing machine that hasn't worked in 20 years and the 2 giant copy machines that he took home from the curb at work along with a few car and boat engines, he is going to have to fill up the trailer at LEAST 3 times to get the junk. And that isn't even counting the stuff he has in the attic! We have 2 full attics in my house and he has both of them filled to capacity with everything under the sun. You can't even imagine the looks I got when we were moving and the movers had come to the 50 year old rusty rotting sled that was his mothers when she was a girl. Of course that was 15 years ago and I can only imagine the state it's in NOW. He has giant model airplanes that have 6' wingspans that he made before he was even with me and a train set that, had he not stored it in my damn sweltering attic filled with stuff!
My day started late, the alarm didn't go off, turns out we had another storm last night and must've lost power, the time was blinking 12-12-12 at me. It was actually 8-8-8 and that means...yep the baby was late for school today. Of course they email both myself and B anytime she sneezes the wrong way, so he knows I overslept. She's been back in school since the beginning of August and with us being head long into October I'd say her 1 absence and 2 tardies for the year are not so bad. In fact when I went to California back in April, B brought her to school late every single day and his sister was late picking her up (45 minutes every day) This coming from the man who tells me about my flawed existence every chance he gets. And getting the 'she was late' email just gives him yet another reason to tell me how much better off the baby would be if she was with him. He can't even take care of the dog he went and bought right after he moved out - the 35 constant piles of dog poop that he has decorating his dining room (her favorite place to relieve herself) is not his fault, therefore he is still a better housekeeper than I could ever hope to be.
My goal is to hire a housekeeper to come in once a week and clean the wicked house.
Which brings me to the garage. After a text-bombing session with B yesterday *he likes to rapid fire text me so I can't respond* And he was going on about how he can't ever live with me again because my house is so cluttered, I said you know what B? You are absolutely right! You have until the end of this weekend to get all that clutter out of my house. We are talking a 2 and a 1/2 car garage filled front to back floor to ceiling with everything that he doesn't have room for in his pristine (yet dog poop covered) home. The neighborhood yard sale is this weekend and I will be cleaning out the garage for that anyway, but if B gets his stuff then son #1 can come and put up the walls for my new art studio, and son #2 can run the ducts for the a/c to go out there. Right now we can't do either because B's got both my attics full to the breaking point with treasures and the garage is a hot mess with all his junk. D-I-L #1 is coming over on Sunday to help me organize and clean up the house and craft room so that once the new art studio is done it will be a breeze to move everything over from the old room. That room is the one that I'm giving to her and son #1 in March when their lease is up because they are trying to save up and buy a house.
I honestly can't remember what else I wanted to tell you, so I will go finish reading my book (Kushiel's Dart- excellent story btw) and I'll come back and continue this post later on!
hugs and kisses
slave to the wicked muse
