Queen of Rambles

I’m feeling somewhat accomplished today. Big change, I know! I dropped Erik off at a friend’s house and spent three solid hours cleaning the old apartment. I think I can have it done tomorrow with another couple hours of solid work. I have a playdate lined up for Erik with another friend so I can get some stuff done. I love having friends that offer to babysit. In years gone by I would have demurred, but I know that when I offer to take someone’s kid I really mean it and wish they would let me help so I hope they feel the same way.

I’m just about to give up on this whole HOA approval thing for the safety railing. I’m just going to tell the guy to do it and suffer the consequences. If the address for mailing the application isn’t accurate in the book, what is a person to do? We took a walk all up and down the street today and I’m pretty sure that there are no HOA monitors around here. The first set of houses is pretty ok, but the farther back you go the yuckier it gets. I just keep telling myself that we have as nice a house as we can afford. Some day we’ll have the fancy house. Right now we are just happy to have a place to call our own. Equity, here we come.

I don’t know what I am going to do about Erik and the gym. I fear he is going to get kicked out of there soon. Today he got in trouble for hitting a little kid. In his defense, he didn’t mean to hit the kid. The kid was just in the way when he knocked over his block tower. Still. Hitting little kids is not good and he needs to pay more attention. They didn’t say they were going to kick him out or anything like that, but this is the second time this week that he’s gotten in trouble. This is one joy of parenthood that I could live with out, but I guess it would be pretty unusual to have a kid that never gets in trouble. My mom had that kid (me) and paid for it in spades when my little sister came along. Looking back at my life, I don’t think it was healthy for me to be so perfect. I was always terrified of getting into trouble. I probably needed a lot of therapy. I think it stems from being the child of an alcoholic.

Did I ever mention that our BodyPump teacher made us do push ups during three different songs on Monday? I thought I was going to die all day Tuesday. BodyPump doesn’t usually make me sore, but all those push ups were killer. I thought the class was going to mutiny today when the (different) teacher said we hadn’t done push ups for a few weeks so it was time to do a bunch. I’ve never heard such a loud outburst of argument in one of the gym classes. Believe me, I was chief among the complainers.

I have a feeling that story was only interesting if you were there. Why don’t you all drop and give me 20? Then maybe you’ll feel a bit of my pain.

Have I mentioned that I really hate our new sofa? We sat on every couch in the store and this one seemed the most comfortable. We should have curled up and read a book for a few hours. The seats get smooshed down and sit at a strange angle. We got vinyl because we of the dirty kid factor, so it is freezing when you first sit down then my body heat warms it up and makes me sweaty. I want to throw it out the window. We’re going to have to figure out a way to arrange the living room so that I can sit in our rocker and watch TV.

You know what I’d like to do? Go knock on the doors of all our same model townhouses in the development and see how they arrange their living room furniture. The space is so odd that there is really no way to have a TV in here and have it look good. I guess it is supposed to be a formal living room, but what use do I have for a formal living room? I’m not a formal person.

At least the living room is a beautiful color. I love love love love love the paint colors we picked. I need to give my friend a big kiss, but she’s a Republican so would probably beat me with a anti-gay rights stick. Actually, I have no idea how she feels about gay rights. I think her Republican nature comes from being raised by a military father and working in the business sector. She is not a Christian so I don’t know if she identifies with the holy part of the right wing.

I guess I better sign off and go to bed. Here’s a puzzle for you all: where the heck are my plates? We have unpacked almost all the basement boxes and they aren’t there. I guess I better have another look through my sewing room boxes. They have to be here somewhere. I’m tired of murdering trees.

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