State of the Jay
So, okay. Things. In the past month:
- Our house was broken into. The police came and took statements and looked around, but there was nothing to print (apparently the real world is not CSI, who knew?), and I don't expect to hear back from them about the theft. They stole cash from us, so it's not like we're going to get that back.
- We finally caved and turned the aliens cribs into daybeds--they've got a side that can come off and be replaced with just a support beam, and the cribs themselves are only about 8 inches off the ground, including the mattress. So far, everyone who told us that kids sleep better in a big kid bed than they do in a crib is a big fat liar. Cribs=containment. Bed=getting out of bed, and knocking on the door while hollering for daddy at the top of their little lungs like a pair of little fishwives.
- I got the Frog to say "I am a fishwife!" without prompting, after calling him one after he shrieked for something. It was awesome.
- I have read roughly eleventy-million words of Generation Kill, Avengers, and Inception fanfic. I think this is pet's fault.
- Saw my new baby nephew (OH EM GEE SO CUTE!) get baptized. He screamed his head off through the entire service--he was so pissed off with the entire proceeding. I love it.
- Someone tried to break into our house again (was it the same people? Surely after the last time they would have realized that we have nothing of value since they stole all the cash the last time but whatever), taking a screen off the front window, and leaving a lighter abandoned under the balcony in the back yard. We called the police to come and get the lighter. Probably won't do any good, but I don't want it.
- Decided fuck this for a joke and started looking for a new place to live because SERIOUSLY.
- Stopped keeping track of how many times the aliens fell out of their not!cribs after the Frog hit five, and the Monkey hit three. There are now quilts piled up on the floor beside their not!cribs to lessen the "THUMPS".
- Survived working a two week spring break while every other person I worked with, including my boss, was away on vacation for all or most of the entire two weeks.
- Had my favourite coworker come back and eavesdropped while she placed an ad in the paper for the house that she owns, since her horrible, awful, very bad tenants had apparently given notice.
- Found out that the place she's renting is in the area I want to live in, has more than enough room for us, air conditioning, an alarm system, basically everything we could possibly want, and seeing as it's us, she's willing to rent it to us at the price she currently has it at, which is (no shit) about $500.00 less than what she could get for it if she wanted to.
- Gave notice for mid-May to our landlords, who then refused to accept a mid-month notice, despite the fact that we were in part trying to give them as much time as possible to find new tenants because we felt guilty giving notice when our landlady is pregnant and due in late June.
- Are moving out mid-May anyway, and if they make us pay for the whole month, I don't care, because new house, new house, new house!
- Painted my nails dark green. I feel like Sally Bowles in Cabaret--divine decadence. New house, green nails. Not a bad way to start the week.
- Our house was broken into. The police came and took statements and looked around, but there was nothing to print (apparently the real world is not CSI, who knew?), and I don't expect to hear back from them about the theft. They stole cash from us, so it's not like we're going to get that back.
- We finally caved and turned the aliens cribs into daybeds--they've got a side that can come off and be replaced with just a support beam, and the cribs themselves are only about 8 inches off the ground, including the mattress. So far, everyone who told us that kids sleep better in a big kid bed than they do in a crib is a big fat liar. Cribs=containment. Bed=getting out of bed, and knocking on the door while hollering for daddy at the top of their little lungs like a pair of little fishwives.
- I got the Frog to say "I am a fishwife!" without prompting, after calling him one after he shrieked for something. It was awesome.
- I have read roughly eleventy-million words of Generation Kill, Avengers, and Inception fanfic. I think this is pet's fault.
- Saw my new baby nephew (OH EM GEE SO CUTE!) get baptized. He screamed his head off through the entire service--he was so pissed off with the entire proceeding. I love it.
- Someone tried to break into our house again (was it the same people? Surely after the last time they would have realized that we have nothing of value since they stole all the cash the last time but whatever), taking a screen off the front window, and leaving a lighter abandoned under the balcony in the back yard. We called the police to come and get the lighter. Probably won't do any good, but I don't want it.
- Decided fuck this for a joke and started looking for a new place to live because SERIOUSLY.
- Stopped keeping track of how many times the aliens fell out of their not!cribs after the Frog hit five, and the Monkey hit three. There are now quilts piled up on the floor beside their not!cribs to lessen the "THUMPS".
- Survived working a two week spring break while every other person I worked with, including my boss, was away on vacation for all or most of the entire two weeks.
- Had my favourite coworker come back and eavesdropped while she placed an ad in the paper for the house that she owns, since her horrible, awful, very bad tenants had apparently given notice.
- Found out that the place she's renting is in the area I want to live in, has more than enough room for us, air conditioning, an alarm system, basically everything we could possibly want, and seeing as it's us, she's willing to rent it to us at the price she currently has it at, which is (no shit) about $500.00 less than what she could get for it if she wanted to.
- Gave notice for mid-May to our landlords, who then refused to accept a mid-month notice, despite the fact that we were in part trying to give them as much time as possible to find new tenants because we felt guilty giving notice when our landlady is pregnant and due in late June.
- Are moving out mid-May anyway, and if they make us pay for the whole month, I don't care, because new house, new house, new house!
- Painted my nails dark green. I feel like Sally Bowles in Cabaret--divine decadence. New house, green nails. Not a bad way to start the week.