This Week in Review

Welcome, welcome, fans and friends!  It has been very eventful over here. 

Not only is my first baby turning 2 this coming weekend, but I had to work every evening for the last six days, including all day Saturday and Sunday.  Bitches.  I am planning a Bubble Party for her on Tuesday the 17th.  It's going to rock. 

Thaddeus is mobile and mindful.  He knows what he wants, and Aurelia knows she doesn't want him to have it.  She has figured out that if she puts toys on the couch, T.J. can't get to them (quite yet).  In addition to being comical (and ingenious), it adds an unnecessary step to my afternoon nap.  Funny story: imagine my daughter sitting on the couch surrounded an assortment of baby-appropriate toys.  My son lurches forward on hands and knees toward her and her booty.  Aurelia screams, "NOOOO!! Teeee Jaaaayy!!"  He skillfully pulls himself to standing using the couch cushions.  Aurelia puts her hand square on his forehead and pushes him down.  Weep and repeat.  It happens at least once a day, and it reminds me of an enemy storming a castle, getting so close, only to be beaten back.  The resolve and morale of his big-headed troops never falter. 

We are knee-deep in housing drama.  Monday, the property manager came to look at the mold growing in the downstairs bathroom.  He did what he needed to do and told us a health-hazard-related eviction was a possibility.  Ick.  I was pretty bummed.  A few days go by, and Matthew got impatient with not knowing.  Thursday rolls around, and he goes down to the office to get the scoop.  Yeah, we gotta go.  You all know this part, I think.  They told us it was due to both mold and the structural damage going on next door.  But, then, get this: yesterday, the maintenance company that messed up the original inspection comes over to take a gander at the problem.  Oookay.  They take out a few chunks of moldy wall and tell us the fix to the issue will be arduous and loud (quoth she: I hope your landlord has insurance; I'm sure glad I don't own this place).  Later in the day, the property manager comes over and surveys their work, and tells us this will be fixed in a week, and we can stay if we want.  Uuuhhh... Thanks, but pass.  I don't trust you as far as I can throw you.

In short, we're moving again, but we may be getting a pretty decent upgrade, thanks to the venerable Matthew "Puddin' Pants" Sebby. 

P.S.  Imma write a book.  Look for it in stores Spring of 2021.