RANTINGS OF A LUNATIC WIFE

I Screwed Up

Hi there, I know it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged about anything. The reason isn’t because I have nothing to say, I HAVE NO F****** TIME TO CALL MY OWN!
It doesn’t look like it’s going to get better any time soon. Guess what folks; it looks like we have to find a new place to live.

I know, you are all probably thinking this is Peter’s fault, but actually it’s mine. I mailed the rent check late. I didn’t see the Garbage bill come through. As a result, Republic Services sent a letter to the landlord stating if they didn’t receive payment, they would put a lien on the property. In case you think I am retardedly negligent, which I probably am, we are talking about a quarterly bill and a balance of $85!

Now in my defense, I did mail both bills. Ok, I set them in the “outbox”. I was told, after receiving hate mail about the late rent (okay, hate is a little strong....extreme displeasure mail), that the “letter carrier” (must be PC you know) only picks up the mail if they have something to drop off. This was news to me. Apparently we have a new carrier.

As a result the landlord has basically decided to sell the house deeming it too much trouble to manage. In a way, I can’t blame her. So, it looks like we will be moving by I think March 30th or is that April 30th? I haven’t gotten the letter yet, so I am not 100% sure. But either way, it appears Peter, the Diva, the Little Linebacker and I will be moving, along with two of our three fur creatures. Manner, who came with the house, will have to go to a new home. Thank God for the “Friends of Feral Felines” and other organizations helping “catdom” or I’d be even more depressed than I already am.

While trying to do this, we will have to have the largest garage sale in history to fit shit into a two bedroom apartment. The kids alone have enough crap to fill at least two rooms. Then of course there is all of the crap that Peter hauled from San Antonio, to the Dallas apartment, to the house in Dallas, to the apartment in Vegas to the house in Vegas….need I go on?

Plus, I still have the job from hell. I am currently tasked with turning up a new switch in Irvine, California that needs to be operational by April 15th even though it hasn’t even been purchased yet. I don’t know how the hell it’s going to happen, PFM (Pure Fucking Magic) I suppose. Or, we could go with what my Irvine Tech suggested….plug one end into his ass and another end into the other tech’s ass, and see if they talk. At this point I am truly open for suggestions.

Then of course, there are my family obligations:

My husband hates his job and is actively seeking other employment.
The “Little Diva” is starting kindergarten this fall and I was hoping to get her into a private school since the state of Nevada does not offer all day kindergarten. The little Linebacker is ready to be potty-trained. Not to be outdone, I have two geriatric cats one who needs geriatric cat food and needs his kidney’s flushed every once in awhile, plus meds every month to keep his kidney’s functioning. I have a stray dude that is happy to just be eating regularly. I just love him; he is so low maintenance!

Did I mention the job from hell? I have another switch besides the non-existent one. I also have the responsibility for all “Legacy TP” (the company who bought us in August) for every location they are in except Las Vegas. Then, we get reviews but no one knows yet whether or not we are going to get a cost of living increase,a merit raise, a bonus, or anything. No one has said a word, which leads me to believe we are going to get the shaft. I LOVE MY JOB!!!!

I also take the offspring to do things on the weekends, even when I’d rather hide my head, read a book or finally finish writing my JAG fan fiction that I have been working on for over a year.

Did I mention that I take ten prescription meds daily (some twice a day) get allergy shots every two weeks to boost my immune system and get an IV once a month? At 35, ( or was it 36?), I was diagnosed with something called “Common Variable Disorder” which is a hereditary autoimmune deficiency that hit me when I was about 31. For me it manifests itself as asthma. It can be a pain, but it is more than tolerable. I have a husband, two great kids and cats that make life wonderful (when I am not totally stressed and losing my mind).

So, in short, I had a memory lapse, which is now going to be detrimental to my family. Oh, well, as they say, “this too shall pass.” I have decided to be philosophical about this latest dilemma. I have no doubt that everything will work out. It may not be the way I want it to, but the world will not end, you know?

Life can be terribly overwhelming some times, which is why Lexapro is my new best friend. Now, if I my co-workers and I could just get the winning lottery numbers so I can retire to write fan fiction and children’s books, life would be perfect….sort of.

posted by Lunatic Wife @ 1:03 PM