O MY F-in-hymer Maude!
Welcome to Monday and the insanity ensues! I got to work 5 minutes late so I have to stay till 3:35 in hopes of getting 8 very needed hours of work in. UGH! SO…after our group weekend of horrid stress with a dollop of hell we were hoping Oliver’s new preschool/daycare/speech therapy would be a tad bit easy on us and on Oliver…Well NO what were we thinking? I hurried this morning to grab Olie’s snow pants at our house so he’d have them for day care um yeah it will be a high of fricking 8 today and this little guy will be thrown out in the cold…great! Jump in my not even close to warmed up vehicle drive like a freak to Tab’s apartment so a shell-shocked and weeping Oliver can be crammed into his carseat crying for his baby that he can’t bring with. We get there and the lone chick there has no idea what paperwork Tab has to continue to fill out after filling out a trees worth of crap already. I’m trying to get Oliver calmly interested in the toys while yanking all his winter crap off of him. Woman 1 say it’s fine that we don’t have Olie’s shoes with that she sees the preschoolers in their socks quite often…then comes woman # 2…unhappy about Oliver’s not total potty training…after Tab had spoken to chick number Z about it and it being found to be acceptable. Broad # 2 asks where Oliver’s lunch is…Yeah NO ONE told Tab that Oliver would be needing a lunch packed…WTF?!? Our tax dollars at work?!? What a joke, the paperwork Tab had said Breakfast, Lunch and snacks were included in the amount we are now paying for this! Color me too tired and too much pain to even be as flippant as I’d like to be! So with the clock ticking Tab and I leap back into the Jeep, Pass Travis on his way to work, to my house to throw together a semblance of a lunch for Olie with one of his croissants, pudding and a juice…Tab runs it into the school and I think chick # 2 says OH, Oliver’s 4….he can get hot lunch…just fill out more paper work….welcome to 6:45…I have 15 minutes to get to Delano, drop Tab at Mickey D’s and get me back to MMI…F-ing Joke…Then chick # 2 tells Tab she’ll have to go home to get Oliver’s shoes, he can’t be in socks…He will be spending the day in his boots…I really hope his day goes better than ours has started. As I pulled up to Mickey D’s Tab’s phone is ringing…they’re calling her to tell her she’s late…ONE MINUTE F-ING LATE! Ass wipes! You’ll have to pardon my language…ugh! Yet another reason my daughter’s were NEVER in daycare! UGH! I’d rather be poor than driven over the edge by the people who are supposed to care for my child in my absence!
On the move: The kids were basically totally moved into their apartment Saturday night. Course it hadn’t been cleaned so Tab got to scrub all the previously viewed people scatterings all day yesterday. Yum! We got our bed room mostly moved yesterday, the wall in the living room removed, the fence in the bedroom Jim and Jaz removed late Saturday night while I hung the new curtains. Tonight once my dashing about is completed, I’ll be throwing Lasagna into the oven and working on the living room. Just could get into it yesterday. I was eventually just hobbling about on painful feet since I wore the Vans yesterday with no squishing insoles for all the work and grocery shopping…Got all the clothes moved from the computer room into our closet…how nice now I can like dress looking adequate rather than always in t-shirts! The dressers and bed are all in there and filled. The giant Jimi Hendrix is in Jim’s corner. The purple batik is over the bed with our handfasting cord, all is well…tired, achy, but well. Tab Travis and Oliver are in Stephi’s old apartment so I can find them in my sleep! Plus we can see their windows from our front window. So, they’re just across the way. Kinda nice! They can just wave if they want!
Yesterday Jazmin’s older rat Lucy passed away. Jaz was holding her at the time. L So Jazmin has Gertie the Snake beater rat and Gideon the insane red squirrel who was running around like a total freak last night. Once the living room is all put together and vacuumed (what a mess!) He can run all over without any worries.
Wow my legs hurt! We moved so much yesterday! I hope Tab’s day at work goes well. I really hope Oliver’s day goes OK. I don’t want him to ever feel bad that the adults in charge aren’t on the same page. These little guys depend on them knowing what’s up and sharing information…They better step to! That’s the Nana talking of course…they don’t listen to me! That them…ugh!