July 27, 2012

  • Please mark your calendars-this is Craptastic Day #2.

    Considering this is the one year anniversary of me coming home from the hospital on death watch and weighing 87 pounds, I know I shouldn't be complaining.  And that does help me put it into perspective.

    For 3 days the ex has been trying to transfer money into my account at our new bank.  Checked this morning at 6:30 and it didn't happen.  My day isn't going to go well when he and I start texting at 6:32 in the morning.  I play stupid person very well.  Its a game that amuses me.  But I will be marching into the bank playing dumb housewife and sitting there until they make this happen.  I have grocery shopping and the deck party Saturday night and life in general that needs to happen.  The ex keeps me on a very short financial leash.  I've got to have gas money to make it to the hospital if baby T decides this is the weekend.

    Like I said, craptastic day #2.

    Mental reset time.

    My back is hurting.  I did too much yesterday.  I won't plant the remaining flowers and everything is watered.  I can't grocery shop (see above) but, when I can, I will take Sam with me.

    But I'm home.  In my house that I love.  Okay-here comes crazy cat lady.  But the 3 of them make me happy.  Sam makes me laugh.  And then there is Buk who Matt will now have to kidnap in the dead of night when they move to a place where they can have a dog.  I'm going to Disneyland in October.  Oscar season starts in December and I become unbearable.  I got really cute leopard print slip on tennis shoes for 6.99 at Target.  If Tristan decides today is the day, I will NOT buy him anything for 3 weeks and will NOT gaze upon his perfection for at least 7 minutes.  I have to take a stand sometimes.  Sam and I are going to Sea World for the evening next week.  I can actually walk and take a shower by myself.  I can drive wherever I want to.

    Okay, I have mentally reset. As of 7:27am PST, this day is no longer a craptastic day.