It's been a while since I've blogged. It has been a whirlwind around here. CC has been living in and working on our new home while I have been trying to pack up our old one. It's a bit tricky as I will be making two moves. The big move to Florida and the other to an apartment close by. The Son is still in school and I am still employed here so for now we are doing our best to muddle through.
They came and loaded the truck this morning. I was sweating bullets. The quote they gave me was for a 24ft truck. I really had no idea what one could hold and did my best to keep it to that size. It all fit! Not much else would though so I guess I did that right. There were 5 guys and they had the whole thing done down to the tractor in 1.5-2 hours. Pretty good considering the size of this house. Grant it there was a bit of stuff staying but this house is pretty big so I was scared...
With that worry out of the way, I have moved on to trying to pay a couple of bills as today was payday. I didn't want that hanging over my head and since I forgot to pay one last month (I lost it to be honest in all the shuffle), I figured I should take advantage of the bit of down time I have before my flight. I logged onto my bank's website and OMG!!!!! No check. Not in ANY of my accounts. I recently requested my deposit change banks. It wasn't in either account. Ok, anxiety attack, 0-panic in 2.2 seconds. Hello... We all need our money.... I called our HR help desk and found out they cut me a live check and mailed it. WHEW!!! Crisis averted. It should be waiting for me when I get home to FL. That sounds funny. Home to Florida.
Yesterday I stopped at the apartment complex where I have been waiting for a unit. They called the day prior and my appt was for right after work. The Son met me there so we could take a look. WELL.. Apparently, someone brought in a deposit 30 minutes prior, even though I had an appt. so basically, first come, first serve. You snooze, you lose; yada yada yada. I was NOT a happy camper at that point. They showed me a 2BR 2BA. That is more than I was really wanting to go for but I will have to live somewhere and time is running short. They will give me a credit so it will only be a bit more than the original apartment I wanted. I had to give them a deposit so that they will hold the next apartment for me. THEY WANTED A MONEY ORDER!!!!! I think I have only gotten one of those one time. I had to ask where you get them. What a PITA!!!!! Thank goodness it is not how you have to pay your rent, just the deposit. If not, I would just live in an extended stay and say forget it!
This seems to be running pretty smooth thus far. I'm pretty excited. I have never lived out of the area. I've summered at Dad's, Did one semester at a college a couple of hours away but I have always lived here. I wonder if Clearwater is ready for me?
Friday, May 27, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tired...
I'm tired. Tired of all of the crap I have to deal with every day. The Son is wearing me out. I'm tired of being taken for granted and I'm tired of having to pick up all the pieces (and pay for them). I know that I have caused the majority of the problems due to the fact I have always spoiled and indulged him. He used to be a much better child toward me. It was an easy thing to do. Now that he is older and "knows everything", it is totally different. The latest string of issues started at the end of April.
The Son was stopped at about 10pm with friends in the car. As his license is still restricted (He just received in March), he isn't suppose to have others in the car with him. Well, he crossed the center line a couple of times which got the officer's attention. Then when the Son rolled down the window, the officer smelled pot. Couldn't find the pot but found a pipe. He received a citation for crossing the center line (125.50) and I got a phone call about the fact his phone was in his lap (suspected texting and driving), what the officer found etc. This was a Monday night. Then Friday night at 1am, I receive a phone call from Morgan and a police officer. The Son had gone to a party that had been busted. He was visibly sleeping in the car and the cop gave him a breathalyzer. I had to go and pick him up and then find someone who could go back with me to get the car as it was going to be towed. One of Son's friends helped me retrieve the car. We have a meeting at the county probation office and will probably end up in court. He was charged with underage consumption. The week after that he was suspended from school for one day because he did not park in the designated student parking and then they found cigarettes in his car. A week later he wrecked the car in the school parking lot. He should've been patient but apparently forced himself out of his spot into the linen of cars trying to leave at the end of the day. The whole back passenger door is crunched as well as the back quarterpanel.
All of this stresses me out. I have begun smoking again and I don't like the fact that I have. I am trying to pack this house for the moves and although I did not expect him to be much help, I at least was hoping he wouldn't hinder me. I am still working on a wall in the basement he punched when he was mad at his girlfriend. I have 465 more days (give or take) until he turns 18. And although I know he will still need support from me, at least he can begin fixing his own messes. He wants to move out just as soon as he possibly can. It would probably be best. Even if to let him see just how good he has it.
The Son was stopped at about 10pm with friends in the car. As his license is still restricted (He just received in March), he isn't suppose to have others in the car with him. Well, he crossed the center line a couple of times which got the officer's attention. Then when the Son rolled down the window, the officer smelled pot. Couldn't find the pot but found a pipe. He received a citation for crossing the center line (125.50) and I got a phone call about the fact his phone was in his lap (suspected texting and driving), what the officer found etc. This was a Monday night. Then Friday night at 1am, I receive a phone call from Morgan and a police officer. The Son had gone to a party that had been busted. He was visibly sleeping in the car and the cop gave him a breathalyzer. I had to go and pick him up and then find someone who could go back with me to get the car as it was going to be towed. One of Son's friends helped me retrieve the car. We have a meeting at the county probation office and will probably end up in court. He was charged with underage consumption. The week after that he was suspended from school for one day because he did not park in the designated student parking and then they found cigarettes in his car. A week later he wrecked the car in the school parking lot. He should've been patient but apparently forced himself out of his spot into the linen of cars trying to leave at the end of the day. The whole back passenger door is crunched as well as the back quarterpanel.
All of this stresses me out. I have begun smoking again and I don't like the fact that I have. I am trying to pack this house for the moves and although I did not expect him to be much help, I at least was hoping he wouldn't hinder me. I am still working on a wall in the basement he punched when he was mad at his girlfriend. I have 465 more days (give or take) until he turns 18. And although I know he will still need support from me, at least he can begin fixing his own messes. He wants to move out just as soon as he possibly can. It would probably be best. Even if to let him see just how good he has it.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Can You Say... Cardboard?
Life continues to be a whirlwind here. My son, well, a ticket and two calls from police officers in one week, two different incidents. Meeting with probation and court is on the way. I don't even want to think about that now. (That will be a conversation for another day). No right now, life centers on - cardboard.
Cardboard boxes that is. The need for cardboard, tape for cardboard, packing cardboard, stacking cardboard, purchasing more cardboard... I have been packing hot and heavy and it seems the amount of stuff needing packing continues to exceed my supply of cardboard boxes. Packing is only the half of it. As I will have to spend some time in an apartment, I have to divide my household decor, furniture, dishes, my clothes etc. in two. It makes packing ever so much more difficult. Constant decisions to be made. AND, as we are still living here until 5/27, the decision making multiplies. Besides what goes to which state, there is a timing issue to the packing. What can be packed at three weeks, two weeks, etc. Maybe that is why I haven't been feeling so well lately. I have overworked my brain.
Seriously though, I have been having headaches, nausea, malaise.. Generally just feeling kinda yucky off and on for about the last week or so. Strangely enough, it seems to have started around the time of CC's departure to Florida. I told him I'm love sick. :) Some days are better than others. Yesterday was fine until about 3-4 in the afternoon. Then I felt really hot, similar to when you get out of the tanning bed, hot from the inside out and all of the other symptoms hit. I never got right after that.
I miss CC terribly. The packing actually is a blessing as it keeps me busy. It makes the time pass by until I can be with him again. I go to bed early because I know when I wake, I will be one day closer to seeing him. We really are two peas in a pod, two halves of a whole. Life just isn't the same without him here. I know all of this is temporary but it doesn't make it any easier. I don't like being away from him at all. Heck, the team at work notices his absence. Apparently I wear it like a sign for all to see. I'm just not right without him. I leave on Friday to take the dogs down to our new home and CC and I will get to spend our first night together in our new home. I'm very excited! I can't wait to see him. I think this is the first time in my life I have ever looked forward to a 14 hour drive.
Cardboard boxes that is. The need for cardboard, tape for cardboard, packing cardboard, stacking cardboard, purchasing more cardboard... I have been packing hot and heavy and it seems the amount of stuff needing packing continues to exceed my supply of cardboard boxes. Packing is only the half of it. As I will have to spend some time in an apartment, I have to divide my household decor, furniture, dishes, my clothes etc. in two. It makes packing ever so much more difficult. Constant decisions to be made. AND, as we are still living here until 5/27, the decision making multiplies. Besides what goes to which state, there is a timing issue to the packing. What can be packed at three weeks, two weeks, etc. Maybe that is why I haven't been feeling so well lately. I have overworked my brain.
Seriously though, I have been having headaches, nausea, malaise.. Generally just feeling kinda yucky off and on for about the last week or so. Strangely enough, it seems to have started around the time of CC's departure to Florida. I told him I'm love sick. :) Some days are better than others. Yesterday was fine until about 3-4 in the afternoon. Then I felt really hot, similar to when you get out of the tanning bed, hot from the inside out and all of the other symptoms hit. I never got right after that.
I miss CC terribly. The packing actually is a blessing as it keeps me busy. It makes the time pass by until I can be with him again. I go to bed early because I know when I wake, I will be one day closer to seeing him. We really are two peas in a pod, two halves of a whole. Life just isn't the same without him here. I know all of this is temporary but it doesn't make it any easier. I don't like being away from him at all. Heck, the team at work notices his absence. Apparently I wear it like a sign for all to see. I'm just not right without him. I leave on Friday to take the dogs down to our new home and CC and I will get to spend our first night together in our new home. I'm very excited! I can't wait to see him. I think this is the first time in my life I have ever looked forward to a 14 hour drive.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The Countdown Begins.....
It is officially May. We have 11 days until closing on our new home. CC starts his new job tomorrow. I know he is bored out of his mind staying in the hotel waiting for the closing but now we can officially start counting.
Life here without him is lonely but I have been keeping busy. I have begun the packing stage of this endeavor. Previously I was in the "I need to go through stuff and take to Goodwill." Now I'm in the "OMG, I don't have enough boxes" stage. I think this weekend I have made a considerable dent in the packing. I have a moving company coming tomorrow to give an estimate. I hope it isn't outrageous. I am anticipating around 3k. Much more than that and I may need to just drive a truck myself. I sure hope it doesn't come to that....
I will be taking the dogs to Florida the weekend after closing. I can't wait to see CC!
Life here without him is lonely but I have been keeping busy. I have begun the packing stage of this endeavor. Previously I was in the "I need to go through stuff and take to Goodwill." Now I'm in the "OMG, I don't have enough boxes" stage. I think this weekend I have made a considerable dent in the packing. I have a moving company coming tomorrow to give an estimate. I hope it isn't outrageous. I am anticipating around 3k. Much more than that and I may need to just drive a truck myself. I sure hope it doesn't come to that....
I will be taking the dogs to Florida the weekend after closing. I can't wait to see CC!
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