The search is over

Perfect job (I hope), perfect location (no commute), perfect hours (within school hours), perfect pay (so I can still keep some of the services M. needs), and it's all mine!

Dreaded words

Overdraft fee. Job interview. Jehovah's Witnesses. Landlord.

Too much for one day.

Dog-gone

The sleepover only distracted M. from having to give our dog away for so long. Every few minutes she forgets and asks me to let him in, then we have to have the talk all over again that involves layers of reasoning behind the decision to give him away to some friends. The reasons are mostly financial, as well as less time at home to take care of a dog now that I just got hired at a job. M. mostly doesn't understand the financial reasons since she solves it by telling me to "just go buy some more money." What she understood the most was when I told her I don't think our dog liked it when she closed him in her room with them together and she would be loud and do things that scared him simply because it was fun for her and no regard to all the times I told her he doesn't like it. She said, "He didn't like it so he wanted to leave. " I almost told her that wasn't true, then decided maybe it's time for a lesson in consequences and how people don't want to be around us if we treat them badly. She wasn't cruel to him, but just way too exuberant and really annoying the hell out of him. I know he'll be happier where he is now with typically developing children who can understand how to treat animals. Happy trails Bentley! (from here forth to be called Bento by his new Japanese family--and no, even though that means box lunch in Japan, they do not plan to eat him)

The rug

Had to throw out the crappy ol' rug today that has been under the table for years. Way too much pudding and other sticky spills on it so the ants came marching. M. came home and saw the rug was gone, and freaked out.

"I want the rug back! I want the rug back! WAAAAAaaaaaa!"

If the rug sets her off like that, just wait until she finds out we're moving.

Travel & Leisure

One member of my playdate group is always casually talking about all their trips and activities and what a good deal this or that was so they HAD to do it, couldn't pass up the great savings, etc. This last playdate she confided how they didn't go anywhere for spring break.

I know, we didn't go out anywhere either, like McDonalds Playland or the mall play area, because every other damn kid in town would be there too, I was thinking.

But then she continued on to say they don't "go," as in away (like, on a trip), until after spring break to avoid the crowds and pricey air fare. And then, sadly, how they might not be able to "go" as much after their little princess starts kindergarten.

I'm really glad I didn't say anything because turns out I have nothing to contribute to this part of the chit chat (except for maybe waaaa or boo-hoo) because I can't even afford to "go" drive across town to visit friends, mmm-kay?