Well, I finally have ringtones for my phone. Daddy found a website that lets you download them directly to your phone for free! I found one for Daddy, that says something like "your husband is calling." I also found one for Uncle Daniel that says simply "Your brother is calling." Found one for my parents too, actually two...one for my mom's cell, and the other for their home phone. I found one for my grandma, one for all of my friends, and one for all of the annoying callers that I want to avoid! I love my new ringtones. Of course, come a month or so from now, I will want to update a few of them, because they are actual songs, and they will get old and no longer fit the group.
Anyway, I went to our WIC appointment today. While we were waiting, which took forever by the way (we were there for over an hour), I noticed that Conner has a new tooth. This one is a molar, and I am suprised I haven't seen it before. I was shocked! Also, I found out that Conner weighs 30 pounds (big shock, not), and that he is just over 31 inches long...although I have no idea how tall that is (the doctor makes him stand now, but they didn't).
Well, other than that, nothing much has happened. We are losing our roommate, and we have decided that we will probably not get another one. She is leaving for good cause; her daughter is coming back, sooner than expected, but she is going to keep the house that she pays way too much for so that her daughter will have her own room. Also, her family is going to help so that the two do not get thrown out. I wouldn't want to pay 880 a month for a house around here; it's not worth it and no one here has that kind of money. Anyway, the last occurance of the day was simply that when I was taking Conner to bed about twenty minutes ago, I triped over the train that his Granness got him...I really hate that thing. I have a bruise on my shin, but Conner was and is fine. I made sure not to drop him or let his head hit anything. I, however, will be in pain for a little while...physical at least. My internal pain will last as long as that train is in the nursery.
Showing posts with label Roommate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roommate. Show all posts
Monday, January 11, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Roommate
Well, so far our roommate has been great. It has been only recently that I have realized that there are small problems that may hurt our friendship.
For one, she eats...a lot! Our monthly grocery bill, which was about 200, was used up within a week! That would have lasted Daddy, Mommy, and Conner a month! Anyway, that is not really the big problem. She eats, yes, but she replaces what she eats, mostly. The problem comes in when I go into the bathroom to take a shower and there is dried puke all over the tub. Not only is she eating all of our food, but she is puking it up and then NOT CLEANING IT! I understand the vomiting, because everyone has health issues, and this is one that Daddy suffers too, but I don't understand leaving it there to have someone else clean!
Another problem is that she is doing all of my chores, which I admit I don't like to do and I appreciate her doing them, but she doesn't know where anything goes, and so she just sticks things everywhere. I will go looking for a glass for something to drink, and I find them, not in the glass cabinet, but with the plates and the bowls. I will go looking for my flat grill, and I find it, not above the refridgerator, but below the pantry! It is very upsetting to have my home turned upside down, but at least she helps with the bills. We need that help. We can't afford anything on our own.
Lastly, she is never here. It upsets me that she is living here and I don't know what she is out doing into all hours of the night. I know that I am not her mother, but it is my house and I don't want her coming home while I am sleeping, high, with my baby sleeping in the next room. I don't know if she gets high, but I know she drinks, and that is one rule I set up early: no drinking with Conner around.
I don't know how well this roommate thing is going to go, but I have to try. She is a great person, but until she gets used to living here, I can't get onto her for putting my things in the wrong place. I have to teach her, or at least tell her and remind her several times before I get really upset. Anyway, I hope that the food issue is worked out quickly, because I hate waking up and finding that Conner has no breakfast because it has been eaten by the only other person in the house who eats them: her.
For one, she eats...a lot! Our monthly grocery bill, which was about 200, was used up within a week! That would have lasted Daddy, Mommy, and Conner a month! Anyway, that is not really the big problem. She eats, yes, but she replaces what she eats, mostly. The problem comes in when I go into the bathroom to take a shower and there is dried puke all over the tub. Not only is she eating all of our food, but she is puking it up and then NOT CLEANING IT! I understand the vomiting, because everyone has health issues, and this is one that Daddy suffers too, but I don't understand leaving it there to have someone else clean!
Another problem is that she is doing all of my chores, which I admit I don't like to do and I appreciate her doing them, but she doesn't know where anything goes, and so she just sticks things everywhere. I will go looking for a glass for something to drink, and I find them, not in the glass cabinet, but with the plates and the bowls. I will go looking for my flat grill, and I find it, not above the refridgerator, but below the pantry! It is very upsetting to have my home turned upside down, but at least she helps with the bills. We need that help. We can't afford anything on our own.
Lastly, she is never here. It upsets me that she is living here and I don't know what she is out doing into all hours of the night. I know that I am not her mother, but it is my house and I don't want her coming home while I am sleeping, high, with my baby sleeping in the next room. I don't know if she gets high, but I know she drinks, and that is one rule I set up early: no drinking with Conner around.
I don't know how well this roommate thing is going to go, but I have to try. She is a great person, but until she gets used to living here, I can't get onto her for putting my things in the wrong place. I have to teach her, or at least tell her and remind her several times before I get really upset. Anyway, I hope that the food issue is worked out quickly, because I hate waking up and finding that Conner has no breakfast because it has been eaten by the only other person in the house who eats them: her.
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