So, on Super Bowl Sunday, I was with Kevin on our way to a “party” (consisting of people sitting around and smoking, eating pizza, and passing around a 5-week-old baby…yes, SMOKING around a baby), and I got a call from my stepmom.
She basically told me that moving out ASAP would be greeeeeeat, thanks.
In other words, I’ve been kicked out of my dad’s house. Again.
Quick thinking (and talking) on Kevin’s part, and I have a room in his dad’s house, which is where Kevin is staying for upkeep purposes.
I move tomorrow evening, probably returning on Sunday to get stuff that I may have missed/forgotten, or that wouldn’t fit on the first trip. Like my recumbent and street bikes.
I’m still job-hunting, and this doesn’t count as me “zomg moving in with” Kevin. It just worked out that way, and neither one of us is complaining, especially me.
Closing doors, opening windows…yeah, that’s kind of my life.
I take my car in on Monday to have the windshield wiper motor replaced, and the light on the control dash (i.e. where the speedometer and whatnot are located) checked and possibly replaced, as well.
It’s likely I won’t get my car back until Wednesday morning…and I have to be in Tunica (over an hour away) by 10:45am for my Lyme doctor appointment.
My credit card is going to be yelling bloody murder at me, but I don’t have the money to do these things without it. I fucking hate that.
I held that baby for nearly 2 hours last Sunday, and he didn’t make a peep. It kept smokers away from me, and it was comforting to hold him…until he pooted, resulting in Mommy having to take him back to change him. If only they didn’t grow up…heh.
Anyway, I’m off to finish packing. Just thought I’d give an update.