Today, meet Allie Burdick, an amazingly fit mama to twin boys, Miles and Vaughn, who are 5 years old.
Grumpy Crappiest week ever Monday started out really bad and things have just gotten progressively more frustrating as the week has continued. And it's only Wednesday I woke up this morning grumpy and irritated thinking about that guy who used to own our house and when Craig texted me his usual Good Morning, I responded with a long list of things I wanted him to do I want the locks on the house changed.
I don't want that guy to have my phone number or to know my name or any of the kids' names. I don't want him setting foot in the house.
I don't want to meet him. We will not be using the boat he has conveniently left parked in the backyard until he makes arrangements for it in the fall since he has no lake at his new house and there is nowhere for him to store it.
I will be happy to put all the food he accidentally left in the basement freezer that he "gifted" us, out in a cooler on the front porch that he can pick up in exchange for the remote control to the subdivision entrance gate that he conveniently did not leave us. And some kind of date needs to be determined for the removal of his pool table because if he doesn't have someone come and get it soon, I will be happy to arrange for it's departure.
That's an exact quote. Aren't you so glad you don't have to wake up with me on a grumpy morning? I don't wake up that way very often. Here's how the rest of the day went So a month ago, I called the new schools the kids would be going to in Birmingham and got a list of registration requirements Do you have custody records if you're married, because I don't have those and I'm pretty sure I never have had them.
Since tomorrow is their last day of school, I went today to officially withdraw them and collect whatever forms came with that process. There isn't a form.
Because they don't need to be withdrawn when they complete the whole year which they will after tomorrow. Thing 2 I went to get gas in the car for the second time this week because driving everyone everywhere from this hotel requires significantly more gas than a typical week living in our house used to.
And when I finally realized that the address was the problem, I also realized that I don't even know my new zip code yet.
I have it written down. But I was already frustrated and had left the gas station by then. I did it online on USPS. So Emma and I waited ten minutes in the parking lot for a parking space to open.
And then we waited another 25 minutes in an extraordinarily long line to ask for our mail When I insisted that there should be, she checked again and came back to happily report that it was on the mail truck and that the carrier would be delivering it to my house shortly.
Unfortunately, since we don't live in that house anymore I was not as elated about that news as she hoped I would be. She called the mail carrier on the radio and caught him before he delivered our mail and then reported the next best happy news to me I wasn't as happy as she was when I left there.
That's the worst of it, anyway. Any more complaining and I'm going to sound a lot like a spoiled three year old. And then it was better still when I realized I had two whole hours before I had to drive anyone anywhere again.
Oh, what would I do without that music!? The kids all had a great last night of mutual. Craig's entourage of fans young men came running out to the car to give me one more round of gifts they made for him How does this man not have an ego the size of Nevada? The girls' YW leaders all cried and hugged them for a really long time before letting them get in the car.
And then they gave them a HUGE card they had all signed. There was a movie on late tonight that had an unexpected pelican in it, and I love pelicans so I made everyone watch it with me. It was worth it. So, once again the day ended better than it started and I am not as grumpy writing this as I was blasting out that text to Craig this morning.
He endures a lot. It's a good thing there is an end in sight because I'm not sure I can manage many more days like the last threeI would drop her off and pick her up from school in it, and in my own way, I was instilling my own lesson in her.
To be humble about what we own and thankful for what we have at all times. When we got the new Honda HRV the first thing she said was, “good, your other car was old”.
My dad taught me in a few of our old VWs: '62 VW Bug and a '87 VW Westfalia and once you learn how to drive those you can drive anything. I began learning in November (two months after getting my permit) and passed my behind the wheel exam on the Westfalia with no errors or stalking in April (with a few months of driving my GTI since.
That said, it's time for me to get dressed and start my day. So, till tomorrow, Y'all have a fantabulous day. Hugs, Edna B.
Now I think I'll retire to my lounge chair and crochet a bit while I watch some of the old TV game shows. One of my favorites, Match Game, is on now. He checks it out several times a day to make sure he got all the. I learned hard lessons in life; I had to because I had so much happen: My mother died my sophomore year in high school.
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