After OH and BIL moved a piano
I didn't even want, down to our basement:
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Apparently, "it got away from them."
I chose this house based on some very key things, and the basement, which had been so wonderfully and professionally finished, was basically at the top of my list. OH keeps pointing out that it could have been "a lot worse!", meaning, no one was hurt. I point out in return that my first response after the crash was "Oh my god, are you guys okay?!?!" Only once I had determined that they were,
then I let into OH. BIL reassured us that the same thing had happened to them, and they had fixed it themselves. And I glared pointedly at OH because this is exactly what we
hate about their house--all the cr@ppy DIY projects!!!
I told OH that he better have a plan
quick as to how he was going to fix it. But then I decided that I should create the plan myself, seeing as it was
his planning that had landed us in this position to begin with. I told him that he was NOT going to do it himself (his plan), and instructed him to get his Dad over to fix it
all, including painting the wall. Otherwise, I'm calling in a professional.
(His Dad is retired and bored, so he loves these types of projects. But he pretends he doesn't, so we'll have to do some tricky reverse psychology on him to get him over to do it.)
Kosh--I wanted to say that I am actually very envious of you and the speed at which you acquired a new position. One of the many awful aspects of this illness is that I am never able to hold down a job, because at some point, I get sick and have to leave. I'm actually jealous of
all of you with jobs, especially if you like your work. I have only rarely been independent, and I can't contribute to our household economy, our savings, or even have money that is my own. No one has ever,
ever made me feel badly about it, but I'm still so envious of women with careers.
Storm--a propos of having a career, it's yours I covet the most. I'm good at computers and networks and learn quickly, and love to problem solve. So I'd love to work in IT. I've been looking at how to become qualified, but it's crazy expensive and a bit confusing. In order to get certified in one area, I'd have to take many courses that cost $400 each, and yet are only 2 days long. So I could get one certificate after another very quickly, but how can one afford it, and how would 2 days on a subject make me an expert? How did you go about doing it?
Borboleta--the stay back home was pleasant; the weather was wonderful and everything looked beautiful. As per usual, J spent almost all of his time outside. I was a bit bored, but J had a wonderful, wonderful time with both Grandfather and Grandma. And I met my niece, who is an odd little egg. Very piercing eyes, but few smiles. And, at 9 months, she couldn't handle being held by anyone if my sister was out of sight. Only when my sis was back in the room was my niece okay in other people's arms. J never did this, so I'm not used to separation anxiety.
Is this what happens to all of our currently "velcro babies" on the thread?
It was only the flights which were nightmares. I was in a constant state of damage control and being on guard at the same time. Very stressful. If I hadn't had to deal with the stupid car seat the airline forced me to use, things would have been much easier, but J couldn't fly without it.
Oh, and after you wrote about Electric Thomas (and that hilarious story
), I bought J one, but it turns out that he's afraid of it! He doesn't understand how it is moving on its own and I think he thinks it's alive. But his cousins love it, so it's just a matter of time, I think.
Sorry guys, my Chatty Cathy-ness ends here, although my personals are far from complete. But OH and J are back from Oma's. Love you all!