I woke up Tuesday morning and realized I didn't have enough time to make the kiddo's favorite breakfast: waffles with "purple syrup" and sausage. I got stuck feeding them cereal. I hate feeding my kids cereal.
I had to run to our lender's office to drop off some more paperwork. I hate going to our lender's office to drop paperwork off. I wish they would stop emailing me and just call me with all the stuff they need at once. Why do self-employed people get stuck with all the papers to file? Right now, I want to move to Australia.
Snow. I don't like shoveling the snow. I wish I could be mowing the lawn instead. I want to move to Australia. Maybe I could get a pet kangaroo instead of just a lousy goldfish.
While driving to the lender's office, I skidded off the road and hit some one's mailbox. I left a note in their mailbox. No one came out of their homes to help me on a snowy day. I wish I had my boots on.
I got home. Found a police officer pulling up to my apartment. A neighbor from the mailbox owner called the police and said I ran off after damaging property. I have a ticket for leaving the scene of an accident. I want to really move to Australia. But I can't. I have to go to court. I have to get this fixed and cleared off my record. I'm in the same "license department" as people with DUI's. I don't even have a speeding ticket. I'm having a horrible, no good, very bad week.
I broke the zipper off of a perfectly good winter coat. Sorry, Koen. Broken zippers are the worse. I wonder if there are after-Christmas sales in Australia.
I get a phone call from our realtor. We can't close on Thursday. I start to bawl. If we can't close before Friday, we will have to live in an apartment for the next two years. I hate the new loan qualifications. I go to bed grumpy and sour. I wonder if there are loan qualifications in Australia.
Closing day, or suppose to be. Koen wakes me up and climbs into bed and says with despair, "Mom, I don't like living here. When are we leaving?" He doesn't even know the failed closing date on our home. I start to scrounge around for something to eat. Thinking we're moving I haven't gone to the store in a while. I hate eating Spaghetti O's and Ramen. I find some lunch meat for Koen to snack on until breakfast is made. I'm beginning to hate pre-made anything manufactures call food. I wonder what they eat in Australia.
As I sulk in the kitchen, wondering how I could have gotten myself stuck in such a horrible, no good, very bad situation the phone rang. We could close on our house! Yeah. I don't really want to live in Australia anyway. But do you think they have fair judges?
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oh crap! i was going to feel really bad if you didn't close on your house.
move soon! hurry up and move here already!
That was the cutest blog entry ever!! Too funny (or I guess some parts are not so funny) Don't tell Klade but I think you topped him:)
Don't get discouraged. It will all come together in the end.
AHHH!!! I am so glad for the happy ending with the house anyway! Sorry about the ticket. Between you causing accidents with the decorations and leaving the scene you are going to have quite the record there in Kaysville. I am happy you will get into your house soon. I don't want Koen anywhere he doesn't want to be. Good luck in court!
BTW, I think Livin' on a Prayer might be appropriate for Primary... I might try that in Sun Prairie.
I'm so sorry that you had such a bad week. But I don't really want you to move (out if the state, out of the apartment would be ok)! Even though we don't get together often, it's been fun being able to.
Oh Angilee, I'm so sorry your having a tough week. I hope things work out better this week.
BTW... I hit a deer and after Chad cleaned it off the road, we left the scene of the accident. It worked out just fine. I simply explained I didn't know I had done anything wrong, and they removed the citing for leaving the scene. I hope you have the same experience.
Shouldn't the note in the mailbox be evidence in your behalf??? What a stinky, snoopy neighbor. But I'm glad there was a bright spot at the end of the story....Besides the fact that it means you really are going to move and that's pretty crappy (for me) (good for you I guess). So - since the sale went through, when does this mean you'll move? At the beginning of all this a few months ago, it was mid-January. Has that moved up? I hope not! Me & Tami Black had talked about putting together a going away party for you guys, but I'm not sure you can pull something like that off during the holidays.... Lengthy comment... sorry....but if you want a party you'd better let me know!!! :) Merry Christmas
Yikes lady! Leaving the scene of a crime, yikes! Good luck in court, just use your charm and sense of humor!
What a week! Wow, I'm really glad that some thing worked out for you. We love you guys. Canon has been wearing only Koen hand-me-downs this week; won't wear anything else. Thanks for the clothes.
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