I fired our realtor. I suck at that kind of stuff but I did it and then he said he had someone interested in our place. They came and said they’d make an offer. That was Saturday, I’ve heard nothing. I hate them (not really). We list with our new realtor this week.
Odin has been quite the grump this week. We are at the beginning of a language explosion and also baby proofing does not exist with him. Basically I’d need a empty padded room for him not to get into something. He’s decided that when I respond to his climbing furniture and come over to remove him he just climbs faster to finish his parkour. Awesome!!
Lately when Odin gets frustrated in public and complains or tantrums people have comforted me or reached out later saying how cute he is and blah blah blah. I appreciate the sentiment but truth is I don’t care what anyone else thinks when Odin gets upset in public.
I don’t linger when he tantrums, I don’t yell and I don’t talk down to him. I also could give two poops when I get the looks. Usually I stare back and say hello. Toddlers aren’t perfect, they are human and they are learning to communicate so sometimes tantrums happen. I don’t care what some random person thinks as they attempt to burn me with my judging eyes. So yep I don’t need comfort. He’s a good kid but he is human and I accept that.
Okay so I’m sure most of you know I have quite a few tattoos. If you are sitting behind me while I order food from a counter don’t talk about me like I can’t hear you but I can. Wait till I leave at least to talk about me. Lately that drives me nuts. I welcome comments and conversation if it’s not just blowing smoke up my ass or asking me how much it all costs. So yea, that.
I’m feeling super grateful for my family lately. I usually do but extra lately. The fact that I’ve lived with my husband in this 750sq ft one bedroom, one bathroom condo for five years and we don’t want to kill each other… Well it makes the fact that it’s not selling quickly okay.
The dog situation is over now for a month I guess. Our pooch was cleared and now our neighbors have been hiding and listening to my comings and goings before they leave. Who has time for that? Oh they do! Well we started seeing them but I won’t say anything unless I’m without the big dog so he doesn’t get upset. I’m hoping the police report thing got back to them and had them chill out.
I’ve been unable to paint as much as I like because captain climb is struggling with playing by himself. Today he seems to have my husbands cold so I’m hoping he naps and gets good rest and I can start to get back on track. It’s amazing how it’s no big deal for me to push my stuff to the side for this little person. It can all wait (for a little while).
My good friend who’s going through the domestic situation is still struggling. She hasn’t seen a dime from him and she’s trying to find ways to begin to pay late rent and expenses. I’ve been doing my best to listen and be there and I can only hope that despite my inability to provide help financially that I can provide emotionally.
Well I’m hungry and my fur kids are staring at me. Morning round 2 commence.
Game of pissing me off.
My husband decided that we start watching Game of Thrones. Between the constant beheading, killing of animals and them already killing of characters I like, I get way too pissed off.
Like I get mad at the show. This isn’t even real. We aren’t even done with the first season.
He can climb on the stove by using the handle on the oven door and his Spider-Man sticky feet up the glass door.
I don’t think I’ll ever grow that part of my one knuckle that I just lopped off making his dinner and trying to stop him from pulling a witch in the gingerbread house routine.
One of those days.I don’t think she lives in a gingerbread house. I’m a bad German girl, I don’t know my stories.