Tried to be a nice mom. Bought a copy of The Little Mermaid (Sophia is currently obsessed by Ariel) off of Amazon zShops. What arrived was a cheap knockoff, clearly a phony.
Have to figure out how to rectify this situation. Dammit.
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Trying to figure out the mortgage thing for a house up north. Big numbers. Huge fucking numbers. Numbers that make me want to cry. If there’s anywhere in the country that screams “dual income,” the Bay Area is it.
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Yesterday morning I decided to take the kids to Barnes and Noble, where we settle down in the Kids section and read books for a couple of hours.
On the way there, we got rearended. I don’t think the other driver was going particularly fast, because our bumper is only a little messed up. But I had a sore neck and a headache all day. Despite the level of stress in my life at the moment, I don’t usually get headaches, so this was remarkable. At no time did I black out or feel the need to take a nap, so I didn’t have a concussion, I was just a little shaken up.
The worst part was that the insurance people kept asking me, “What happened?” and I couldn’t remember. It was just totally blank. Had I stopped to take a right? Had I stopped to let the guy in front of me do something? I simply cannot remember.
And now I have to go buy two new car seats, because whenever you’re in an accident you’re supposed to get rid of your car seat. Insurance should pay for it. Still a pain in the ass though.
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I’ve turned my White Board into a To Do List for this move. Jesus, selling a house takes a lot of inspections. I’m going to be here talking to inspectors until the cows come home, and when the cows come home in Los Angeles, well, neighbors start to talk.
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Usually we get money back on Tax Day. Today I wrote out some gigantic checks.
That sound you hear is me banging my head against the desk. And crying.
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Exercise? Are you kidding?
It’s taking quite a bit of energy to remind myself that eating is not an acceptable response to stressful situations. Screaming is. Meditation is. But eating is not.
Not, mind you, that that reminder is always working.
Right. For some strange reason, “rearended” didn’t quite sink in the first time around. Yes, accident. I’m so sorry. I’m so glad you weren’t hurt! Maybe you can get some cool carseats. It’s on insurance’s dime, isn’t that what you said? Shoot. I’d get the ones with the attached playgym, TV, VCR, mini-fridge, etc. 😀