And…. I’m back
We got back a couple weeks ago but life has been beyond hectic. D and I drove here from FL with the cat and dog in my Explorer. Seriously, It wasn’t as bad as it could have been but I would rather give birth with no drugs than do it again. NO I am not kidding. Anyway, we stayed at a friend’s house for the first couple days ( Thanks Leah & Rick) until our stuff came. Once we started unloading, I noticed that the outside of the boxes had mold on them. I won’t go into all the drama that ensued but suffice it to say that at one point I was the lady sitting in her living room sobbing, being it to be all over. For those that don’t know, The house we were renting in Florida was infected with mold. 16 different kinds in the bedroom alone. I assumed that once we moved out life would proceed as normal. EHHHHHHHHHHH not so much. So since we arrived on the 10th. I have been washing. disinfecting, cleaning, bleaching. Lysoling everything we own. LITERALLY.
Stop for a moment and look around the room you are in right now. Imagine have to wipe down or wash in the washing machine, EVERYTHING in that room. With bleach and Lysol and more Lysol. EVERY.SINGLE.THING. Not fun.
Everything that could be washed, Was. Everything that could be wiped down with Lysol, Was. Mattresses hosed down with Lysol. Seriously, I think I might buy stock in J&J just because.
On top of all that we had to get D into school, register, check out the school, yada yada yada.
BTW did I mention that during all this BS I am still in school, trying to manage while not having access to a computer from the 7th until the 17th. Fun times, people, fun times.
Am I bitter? Yeah ya think!
Am I getting ok with it now? Yeah I think so. Shit happens and sometimes when you piss off the Karma gods in some way you will get it back and it will slap you in the face, take your fucking lunch and your booze for the night and then fuck your girlfriend, Just because- That’s what Karma does.
So while I try to appease the Karma gods, I am going to make a drink, watch some SVU and remember, My life could me so much worse.
It’s the final count down
While I am at work FB’ing and bloooooooging, My husband is packing, loading furniture and in general working his ass off. Tonight will be our last night in Mold Hell. Tomorrow night will be spend in a hotel, Friday night I will stay with my mom ( I know, don’t judge me) and then Saturday morning I will start my drive back to MSN.
It will be my son, the cat, the dog and me. Sounds like fun doesn’t it? Yeah I didn’t think so either.
We have no idea when J will be able to come home. We are thinking mid- May but I am optimistic that it will be before then but I’m not holding my breath.
So… I quit
Those are the words I get to say this morning. While I should be thrilled about this, I’m not. Granted my boss is a moron and doesn’t do have the shit he says he is. I get paid to sit on my ass and Facebook. Sure that’s not my title or anything but essentially it’s what I have been doing since December and I like it. Now I have to give up my FB job and find a real one in Madison.
Oh well at least it’s Madison.
