That's right. A description of my night last night.
Yesterday was great for all intensive purposes. The house terms are final... we officially have all the details worked out. Earnest money in, inspection and radon - check. Negotiations complete.
Our new address will be coming to you all soon- we'll be moving August 4th, and signing the final documents on the 5th. Craziness, yes.
This week has been an exercise in enthusiasm and continued belief in the positive things.
Monday August and I headed out to the doctor to check the staples in his head from last Friday...
On the way there, we got a flat tire. After waiting for AAA to come, a good samaritan helped me put flat stop in the tire and get me to a service station. I filled the tire and went in search of a place that could quickly replace my tire with the donut and get me on the way home so I could make school on time. I found a great place- Acorn Tire, at the corner of McCormick and Lincoln. Helpful gentlemen said they'd have me on the road in 30 minutes, and repair the tire by the afternoon.
Happily I crossed the street to get August some water to beat the heat. Well, I got beat instead. I tripped, while carrying August, and we both went down hard. I tried to protect him on the way down, and the 10 second fall seemed like an hour of personal freak out- worried about his staples -please oh please don't hit your head baby.....
Knees and elbows bloodied, Kneecap badly bruised. August, a small scrape and bump - -thankfully escaping with a minor scared cry. Now shaking uncontrollably, I limp back to the tire store to tell them there is no rush, I need to get cleaned up, and want to get the baby checked by his doctor before I go to school. Two bumps on the head is two too many in my opinion.
Needless to say, the rest of the day was a bit hectic. Knees cleaned and bandaged thanks to the manager of the tire store. August checked by doctor- he's great. Busy, but great. Tire repaired- thankfully, no need to buy a new one. Home late in the afternoon, school missed. Geez.
So, then that night I noticed that the water stain on the baby's ceiling had grown. I don't know where it's from, so I text the tenant upstairs... Turns out her ait conditioner has been leaking on the floor- the entire floor in her bedroom is warped, and the ceiling in our sons room has a giant water stain. Great. Just Great. Keith changed out the ac for an old one of ours, we checked the now wavy floor, and retreated to our apartment.
So, we're cool.
Tuesday, we rest. Go to school, limp around, negotiate the building. No roof fixing, no new water heater.... but they'll throw in a washer and dryer. Fine. Deal. Stress, but deal.
Wednesday, morning is great!!! We get an estimate on the move, make a mess, and head to school.
Post school AJ and I have a dinner date with my friend Monica. August throws a hissy in the restaurant, kicking and screaming (nothing was wrong), and refuses to sit at the table. He sits under the table, throwing things and trying to run around the restaurant. Needless to say it was hard to chat with Monica (sorry dear!). Trying to calm August, I put him on my lap and he's kicking and screaming (again, nothing is wrong with him- he's fed, has water and juice, food to eat, and a great place to sit with toys and friends), in his anger, he grabs his Horchata and throws it all over us. My pants and underwear are soaked, the floor tiles are slimy, the baby bag full of ice, rice, and flavored milk.
The waitress ignores us.
Screaming baby, Horchata filled lap, horrified friend. Calmly we wait for a to go container...
Packaged food, walk down the street. Kind goodbyes and apologies.
Walking towards car, giggling at my misfortune.
That's when the bird flew into my face.
Seriously.
Today's a new day, right?
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