The day in review.
On Tuesday, A and I made a decision to send our laundry out to be washed and dried. I packed it all up (lights and darks only) and waited for the dude to come pick it up on Wednesday. He never came. So, I called them today and he told me he’d come around noon. He came…but he told me I can’t have it back until Monday. This pissed me off because it was his fault I can’t have it tomorrow. I told him as much and he said he’d give me a discount. It amounted to 10 pounds. I’m no longer that pissed.
Anne (pronounced Ah-nee) made her second visit. She was eager to please. I’m mostly pleased. It just sucks for her that my attention to detail is higher than hers. I do really like her though. She’s so peppy and young. She enjoys the kids and I enjoy hearing about her life in Bulgaria…though our communication is mostly in signs.
Liam was a freak show this morning and I kept him home from school as punishment. (How long will this tactic work?) I didn’t want the teachers to have to deal with him.
Finally finished unpacking the suitcases and got everything (mostly) put away. We can now walk through the hallways and in to the dressing room. (It was actually kind of nice that they lost our luggage since it delayed unpacking a bit.)
L and I started a Christmas card project for his friends at school. His play and party are in a week and a half and we need to have cards for everyone in his class, and I’m going to make cookies…maybe I’ll try my luck with sugar cookies. Not sure though. I’m still kind of afraid of the oven. It bakes completely differently than ours in the U.S. did. Anyway, I had an AMAZING time messing around with all of my crafty stuff with L. I hope I can do more of it. It makes me so happy!
Hung out with Elena again this evening. I really think that she’s going to get her time straightened out about the time we head back for xmas. Fortunately the rest of us don’t have to travel like A does in the next two weeks. He is going to Bucharest, Romania on Saturday to pick up a few frequent flier miles so he can be the pimp daddy in the fast line at the airport and get us into the Red Carpet Club, and to Omaha for a few days for work. It is interesting how we view his trips: he’s bummed that he has to do all of that flying alone; I’m bummed that I don’t get to do all of that flying alone.
