Life has been a bit hectic the past few days. Two days ago, I got a phone call from the landlady. It was around 9 am.
Me: Huullloo (imagine a very groggy voice)
Her: Hi! (all chippery and happy)
Me: Yep, how can I be of help?
Her: Well, I have some bad news and some good news.
Me: (Alert now, ready for a bucket of cold water) Ok.
Her: The good news, we will be replacing your carpet.
Me: Ok, great, but the one we have is not really that old and it looks pretty good.
Her: Oh, we decided to sell the house and we want it to look spotless
Me: (laughing inside, yeah! right, spotless with two children, highly doubt it!) Ok, we are game.
Her: The bad news. It is happening tomorrow at 11am. So, we need to move all your stuff out of your living room and children's bedroom so that we can tear up the carpet this afternoon.
Me: (looking around at all my junk! thinking quickly about dinner and breakfast for the next day. If I can't get into the kitchen because of all the furniture, how am I supposed to feed my kids). Phone goes silent
Her: Are you ok?
Me: yeah, I guess.
Her: Is this ok with you?
Me: Do I have an option in the matter? I mean you have already made the arrangements.
Her: Ok, then we'll be at your apartment at 5:00pm to tear the carpet.
Me: Ok. (hang up the phone)
Me: She is freaking NUTS! As I explain the conversation to hubby whom was standing right next to me during the conversation.
Crap--we both wish we owned our own house. This crap never happened to us before at any of the other places we have lived in. Now, we have lived in this apartment for almost 2 years, in those 2 years, we have been flooded 3 times, so we have had to evacuate to either a)Grandma's b)hotel c)work
Since we gave in our notice to move out about a month ago, she has shown our apartment about 8 times, each of those times, I have had to clean the house spotless--and any of you with kids out there can relate--it is a difficult, if not an impossible task!
The cherry on the cake was this evening after waiting at work for them to finish doing the carpeting, we get into our driveway at 7:30pm. Hubby runs downstairs to our apartment to check if the carpet business is finished--guess what--no, it is not!! So, I call the landlady.
Me: Hi, do you know when the apartment will be ready?
Her: Hmmm, we are almost done, we just need to do the coving and then clean up. Why? where are you?
Me: Well, we are right outside our driveway.
Her: Oh--whispers to her husband--"they want to come home, we need to finish".
Me: (blood boiling, almost foaming at the mouth. Bloody heck! it is almost 8pm and she just barely realized that we want to come home!!! Thankfully, my children are asleep in the car.) Ok, we'll be back in 30 minutes.
Her: ok, we'll hurry and clean up for you.
Hubby and I drive around and park and eat our dinner in the car while the kids sleep.
As you can see, life has been a bit troublesome, not badly, but just a triffle troublesome. The adventure at this apartment has been of historic proportions. From all the apartments we have lived in, we will remember this apartment the most. As we sit across each other 40 years from now, we are still going to remember the floods, the super fast cleanings of the house, and the mid-night cries of our little neighbor upstairs. The good thing is that in 40 years from now, we will probably laugh about it--so in the end, let's not sweat the small stuff. At the end of the day, it reallly doesn't matter if the house is in shambles, or if my knitting ended up under the couch with one of my dpns missing for eternity, or that my sketches for my book are all misplaced, we are all together, safe, and toasty under the covers. Life is grand!
But, in all of this, I do have some really neat news. Check out the picture and I will let you spot two things that are new in my house--besides the carpet.
No, it is not knitting related--but pretty neat nonetheless. I got some mad money and I got to spend it whichever way I wanted. We have finally graduated from a little 13" tv to a mega big 32" flat panel! How I wish I had had this little puppy last week during the Olympics. I would have enjoyed watching it in almost life size.
It definitely brings a new meaning to watching action shows. Now, I feel that I have to go and re-rent every video I have seen during the past few months. Although action shows are cool--watching cartoons is kinda of freaky--too much color!
Speaking of Olympics, I have claimed my medal. I really feel great in showing it off, so it will have a little permanent spot on my sidebar.
*Hecktic=Combination of heck + hectic. Heck being the nice way of saying "hell" Most Utahn's say heck as opposed to heck (hehehe) It is more PG rated :)