Andrew brought home the air conditioner that he ordered last week. 12,000BTU on sale for $250. Thank you, Best Buy (and SlickDeals). I love it. In addition to the AC sent from the gods, Andrew brought me a wake up coffee and sandwich from Dunkin. I don’t know about you but that’s the 2nd best way to wake up (you know the first ;])
It’s a big and awesome AC, too, so I opted for the side window behind our couch (rather than the one on our porch) to prevent the obvious in our neighborhood. Andrew moved the couch out while I did my morning routine and when I came down, it was lighter and animal toy land. And soooo much dog hair. I clean, I sweep, I vacuum but when you have cats it doesn’t matter. It’s like they aim for the places you can’t reach when they play. Anyway, around the lighters, and dog hair, and cat toys lay my favorite bra that I honestly forgot I had.
So, how can this day get better?! It can’t. Tomorrow is Friday. The Friday I get the kids. So, I’m going to be spending the rest of the day cleaning. Tomorrow is a busy day and I’d like to make it as easy as possible by wiping out the housework today. Andrew took tomorrow off to make it less stressful. He has to get his car inspected, first thing tomorrow. Then, we are off to grocery shop, something that is long overdue. At 4:30pm, Loki, James, and Bella have a vet appointment. Loki needs his initial exam and shots, James somehow contracted ear mites (which still baffles me as no one else has them), and Bella has yet ANOTHER eye infection.
I don’t know what it is with her. This has been off and on since we got her. Other than that, she’s completely healthy. The only thing I can think is she loves pets so much that she rubs the side of her face on EVERYTHING. Seriously, we watch her do it. I think she keeps scratching her eye. The vet doesn’t even ask to see her anymore and just keeps calling something in but I need to get to the bottom of this. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s not.
After the kitty appt, we have to go pick up Zack and Breya. My mom claims Breya has been better, so we’ll see. She was given a grounded that everyone followed through with. Usually, and my mom is the first to admit, that after a day or two, she forgets or goes soft no matter what we did. That wasn’t cutting it for Breya. Even at her father’s she was grounded which I don’t believe has ever happened. Maybe she’s learned to think before she speaks. I learned quickly with a few slaps to the mouth (probably why I knew enough to mutter insults when my mom left the room or when he back was turned and Breya screams them in my mom’s face). My mom doesn’t want to do that because, clearly, times have changed.
In other news, my brother told me he was leaving at the end of the month. Does anyone else remember when he told me that back in (at the end of) May then didn’t move and got a fucking dog instead? Yeah, that wasn’t 30 days notice either. At least this time, he apologized for being so late. He’s never here anymore and I think I played a huge role in that by not watching Mya anymore. He had to find other arrangements and did with his girlfriend’s roommate. So, if he wanted to see either of them, he has to go there. He’s NEVER hear anymore. So, I saw it coming. He’s leaving his furniture which is great. I can’t wait to get in there and rearrange it the way I’ve told him to do since we moved in. There would be so much more space. It also means that we get an extra closet (his is bigger than ours), and the entrance to the attic.
I don’t know what we plan on doing with his room yet. I may just leave it as a spare bedroom for my siblings or my brother in law with just a hint of storage space. That way, it’s still there for my brother, just in case.
This was supposed to be a short blog post. I should probably blog more to keep this from happening.