Mrs. CPA

Uninspired

I guess I feel like I need to tell you something.  Anything.  So that the few people who have been holding their breath with baby/TP's job/house sale/ blah blah blah can be updated.  Or something.  In an act of solidarity, I managed to flood my cell phone with milk this morning.  Good-bye $150.  Wave bye-bye to momma's nice red phone!

I've been to Birmingham this weekend and packed all of our personal stuff out of the house which has been on the market one week, and one person has come by to see it.  I bought $243 worth of boxes and tape from the U-haul store and had to cram it all in to TP's clown car.  Some poor gay guy took pity on me and tried to help, but it was no use.  Why not take my Trailblazer?  Good suggestion!  But it has waaaaay expired Alabama tags, and I was trying not to go to jail. 

I've been to two days of CPE,  driving back from one in Birmingham yesterday to go to another today that started at 7:30 am.  It sounded like a good idea when I signed up for it.  I did get out at 1 and all I could think about was the nap I was going to take, except I couldn't fall asleep.  I finally did for an hour, but it wasn't as good as a three hour nap extravaganza. 

I had to get dog food for the little dogs and I can't buy the big bag because it's over the pregnant lady carrying limit.  I can't wait until TP gets here, they nearly got crumbs for dinner as it was. 

Don't ask a five year old where they want to eat dinner.  Seriously.  His favorite restaurant is Popeye's and that's not exactly the kind of food I need to be eating. 

TP will be here tomorrow with a U-haul and all of our stuff that's not furniture.  We left all that in Birmingham to help the house sell quicker.  I hope it works becuase I'm tired of sleeping on the mattress on the floor. 

If you can't tell, I'm just blah.  Generally grouchy. I didn't feel this way with Mr. Cheeks, but basically I'm pissed about having to breathe air.  And blink.

We're going on Thursday to make sure there is a pretzel stick in my womb, but if the total pissed off-ed-ness is any indication, it's in there and MAD about something.   Probably the lack of margaritas.   

Here's Mr. Cheeks playing totally unsupervised:

   

Planning

At the beginning of the month, TP was here.  I told him that if he wanted to have another baby that it was probably the best weekend to try and accomplish that. 

We're pretty good at this whole planning business.

I'm great.  I feel fine other than I would like to sleep for 12 hours a night and I'm only getting 8.   Mr. Cheeks has the f-in' pink eye and it's deadline time.  You can't plan everything huh?

 

Amazing Things

• At my new job, there is a cafeteria that serves breakfast and lunch.  And every day I can have bacon.  BACON - made by someone else who also cleans up the mess and just gives me the smoky, crispy goodness of BACON for $.65 a piece.

• After a particularly grueling weekend of holding and putting down and waking up ad nasuem for 2 hours for two nights, I decided I was tired of this craziness and lay Mr. Cheeks down and shut the door.  The first night took 2 hours again, but the second night took 30 minutes and the third night took 20 and the fourth night took 10 and last night took 5, but he is practically going to sleep on his own after 20 minutes of holding and Sesame Street.  And he's not waking up anymore during the night.  At all.  It's like a new house.  One that sleeps. 

• I have recently discovered that as a member of the AIPCA, I am eligible for up to 35% off all my purchases at Office Depot.  For an office junkie like me, who has gone so far as to order my yellow checking pencils from ENGLAND, this is like Christmas in September!

• The aforementioned cafeteria serves fried catfish every Friday and so does the old folks home where my sister works.  It's a southerners dream come true!  (Hospitals around here also serve fish on Fridays, I assume because of the old Catholic deal about no meat on Fridays.  Is this a southern thing or is it everywhere?)

• TP's job offer come this week.  Not only is it a big raise for him, but they will pay for us to move the rest of our stuff from Birmingham and then give him a signing bonus on top of that!  Now if we could only find someone to buy our house we'll be home free!  He starts his new job on October 1, and he gave his notice today, so he'll have a week off in between to get all packed up, supervise the movers and get here without shoving it all into one weekend and starting his job stressed out and tired. 

• BACON

Have a great weekend everybody...I'll be at work.