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It's all too much, thank you very much. |
04.13.07 |
Overwhelmed. I am just terribly stinking overwhelmed. I signed the mortgage papers, but we had to go with a different loan program. Now I have to pay a PMI on top of having a three-year prepay penalty, and the note is $500 more a month than we thought it was going to be. So it's still more than I make. Looks like I'll have to put in an assload of OT now, which I thought I wouldn't have to.
Trying to get all the foster parenting licensing requirements accomplished ASAP isn't working out. The weekend pre-service training courses have all been booked and the May late afternoon/evening classes are scheduled on dates which my boss denied. Now I have to wait until June, which doesn't help me one bit, because I wanted to already have a kid or two in here before my next mortgage payment was due.
I rototilled the new beds for the yard, but didn't break the sod down enough, so I've been out breaking my back all day and only got about a quarter of the way done. That does not include prepping the bed for the hedges, either.
I tore down the whole fence on Wednesday, so all the old cedar planking and posts are piled in the yard looking ugly.
I had Mr. T's car towed away, so the extra parking space is empty of everything but foot-tall sticker weeds that I'll have to go pull soon.
BUT, I was able to call the city about this 200-year-old dead tree in front of my house that my power supply line runs through. They came and looked at it today. Apparently they've confirmed that I do, indeed, know what a dead tree looks like, so they're submitting a recommendation to have the city arborist come RE-confirm that it is dead. I feel like I'm in the freaking Wizard of Oz and little people are gonna jump out and sing, 'It's not just merely dead, but truly most sincerely dead."
Yeah, that, and they're also gonna come and patch this huge hurking pothole in front of my yard, too.
Anyway, it's all boring to read, I'm sure.
At least I got Steven's booster shots for middle school out of the way this week, and talked to the doctor about how Steven's been acting since "the incident". He recommended I get him into counseling. Sigh. Poor baby, I feel so bad for him, and I know therapy will be really helpful for him, but damn - can I get one more thing on my plate right now? Fuck.
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