Mother-In-Law

She is staying with us because she has decided to leave her husband. He drinks all day long and she can't be around that or she'll relapse. He smokes all day long, and she just got over pneumonia and has COPD. He doesn't seem to care about that when she just spent 2 weeks in the hospital for it.

So she is staying here until November 8th. Then we are taking her up North to stay for a little while, and then me and Marshall get to meet that part of our new family. That is going to be so fuuun. /sarcasm.

I have a hard time being around people. New people. And then these people will be considered my family. And yeah. Nerve wracking. Terrifying. All that stuff.

Ugh..

I've been having a hard last few days... I'm sick and tired of this crap with Comcast. I don't know if I told you guys, but they have to completely rewire, but the wire on the outside is in our downstairs neighbors porch area. And he's a dick and won't let the guy in there. I've been trying to talk to the Landlord about it for a week, and he never answers the phone. Never calls back. And it never there when I go there. I'm really thinking about just switching to U-verse...

Then yesterday we found out our dishwasher was leaking onto the carpet and underneath it. So yeah. Fuck that. Excuse the french. So I try going to the office today...again...he hadn't even come in apparently. OH. And they only have one person that works there. SO THAT'S FUN!

Today I've had really bad heartburn and nothing has been helping it. So..yeah. Suckish too

Marshall has been teething really bad and just wants to be cuddled or nursing all the time. But right now I just don't want to be touched. So that's frustrating.

Sorry this post doesn't make much sense. I just need to get all this shit off my chest. And yeah..

App

So I decided to download the Blogger App. I did so because I always forget to write a post when I am on the computer. There are so many other distractions. YouTube. Tumblr. Facebook. Mainly those 3...

On the phone/App, I feel like even though I have those apps too, they aren't as much of a distraction. They aren't nearly as easy to maneuver and play with on a phone.

And even though I can't see my stats, or I just haven't figured out how to, on the app; I can see them online. Which is fine with me.

This at least gives me some more motivation to write a post. Especially if I leave the app on my home screen.

Unpacking..

It's so stressful and I hate it. Like hate it. With a serious passion. I hate finding new places for my things. I hate that there is hardly any storage in apartments. In houses. In general. I'm always stuck thinking "Where do I put this?" "What should I do next?" "I have no idea what I'm doing..."

Then since Joe works strange hours, I'm the one doing all the unpacking.. And it burns me out. I don't want to do everything by myself. Then dinner. Then dishes. And on top of all of that, take care of Marshall and make sure he doesn't get into anything.. Make sure he isn't in my way. Make sure he is actually taken care of.

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I completely lost my train of thought because I was checking my email. And my mother messaged me about seeing Marshall. Its difficult because of timing. Joe and her work two completely different schedules so it's hard to really figure out a good time..

I dunno. I think I'm done with this post. Sorry it was so lame.

Frustrated!

This is going to be an after moving post. Right now, and yesterday also, I've been dealing with Comcast and setting up everything. So it works! My account was never transferred properly, so they are trying to do that. My modem isn't registering as me even having internet. Half of my channels are pixelated.

This is SO infuriating.

I want my TV working properly because The Walking Dead starts tomorrow.

I want my internet working properly so every hour I don't have to wait 5 minutes for it to turn back on.

So far everyone, except the first lady, has been really helpful.

The first lady didn't understand I didn't know where the Serial Number was, and wouldn't tell me, but she told Joe. So whatever. You wanna be that kinda Bitch. Fine.

The last person I talked to told me there is nothing else they can do from the call center, and that she recommends having someone come out. However that's $56 I just don't have to pay someone. Especially for something that's NOT my fault. At all.

More about moving.

To start off, I have such creative names for my posts. Don't I?

We moved yesterday. At least most of our house. The important things at least. Like the bed. And Marshall's crib. We have the couch/futon, but it isn't put together yet. We didn't really finish until 10 last night, and by then we were so exhausted we didn't want to do anything else. Not to mention we still have MORE things to grab from the old place. Isn't it just super fun. 

Right now Joe is returning the Uhaul, and then going to grab some things from the old place. And then come get me and Marshall. So I am taking this opportunity to have Marshall take a nap, because yesterday he did NOT get one. He wasn't a happy camper. 

The thing that frustrated me the most about yesterday was that me and Joe had to do it all by ourselves. With Marshall. Because even though I have friends that don't work on Wednesdays, and Joes mom doesn't work at all. No one could be bothered to help us move, and she could have bothered about even OFFERING to help watch Marshall. She complains all the time about not seeing him enough, and yesterday was a great chance to. And she didn't want to. 

I want to post a really sarcastic status on my Facebook saying thanks to everyone that helped us and that we really appreciate it. /sarcasm. But I know that will hurt peoples feelings, so I won't. Instead I'll tell you guys how hurt I am that no one cared enough to help. Everyone knew we were moving. I had posted about it multiple times in the past 2 weeks. I guess it just shows me who my true "friends" are. 

And I use that word lightly, because at this point I feel like I don't have friends in real life. Everyone that is nice to me is on the internet, and even then hardly anyone talks to me.. 

I'm just frustrated and tired of this and the whole situation.. 

Moving.

I've always hated moving. We did it when I was younger every 2-3 years. It's frustrating packing and organizing the boxes. Once we moved to California we didn't move for 7 years. So I got used to staying in the same house. And then we moved. And then I got kicked out. And then we found a place. And now we have to leave this new place(technically 6 months old). We are moving on October 8th, and I haven't packed really anything. It's frustrating to do with a toddler. And I know I'm going to have to do it again soon.

While my son is sleeping I am going to pack up some of the kitchen...that we aren't using that is. I have never actually packed my own house before, so I think that's why I'm having such a hard time with it..

I don't really have much else to say about this...