Four Days
I’ve not blogged for four days, let me tell you why. Although, maybe I should warn you that each reason has a shred of truth to it, and possibly a shred of of exaggeration mixed in for entertainment purposes. You may be able to spot the bit of untruth, you may not. Just thought I’d warn you before you panic about the state of my sanity.
- LilZ turns 15 on Thursday. I have spent the last four days locked up in my bedroom drinking to cope. Hard to blog when you’re drunk.
- We are about to start the final major home renovation project before selling our house. The master bedroom and closet re-do. For now we have to move everything out of the closet and into the bedroom. The bedroom which is already full of crap. I have spent the last four days locked up in my bedroom drinking to cope.
- NikkiZ has suddenly adopted a ridiculously bitchy teenage attitude requiring us to start some strict response/discipline to nip this in the bud. Example: When she throws out mean attitude to her brother we make her wear pants which is a fate worse than death to a girl who loves skirts/dresses. This makes her cry a lot. I have spent the last four days locked up in my bedroom drinking to cope.
- We have an official auction date now for Dad’s house. My Dad bought the house for less than 15K in 1976. It’s in such bad shape now there’s a chance we won’t even get that much for it now. I have spent the last four days locked up in my bedroom drinking to cope.
- AndyZ has decided he can live on one nap per day, and it only needs to last about an hour. Can you guess how I’ve been coping for the last four days?
Sounds like you have a lot going on. I am surprised you didn’t need a full week to cope.
Heh maybe I’ll come for a visit, and bring lots and lots of beer
Hope things ratchet down a bit on the stress index for ya!
LIES! you’re just making excuses to hide in your room and drink.
can I come too? I’ll bring some Yuengling for you & Abita for me. deal?
My darlings have decided NO naps are the way to go. And I’m about ready to hide in my room drinking.
Ouchie. I hope things get back to… normal? Whatever normal is. And soon. You could always do a tear-down on the house and just hang on to the property, for what it’s worth. I am too sentimental and the last person to ask, but sometimes houses don’t last forever.
You and your bro are your Dad’s legacy, not his house.
ps i could drink.
Wait, what? You’re selling your house? Where are you going? It seems like not that long ago you moved to that house!
Darn it, this is what happens when someone’s blog is blocked at my work… I get all out of touch.