Maybe I am just the naive parent of two pre-teens but when we tell our kids that their doors have to stay open, they stay open. Why do you have to take it off?
And my rant. My husband and I are splitting. To save arguing, I have agreed that he can keep the house. He said that then I could have anything I wanted from in the house. This was about a month ago.
Today we are writing up who gets what and he wants more than half. Ummm…hello? Did I miss something?
I really don’t want this to get ugly so I preemptively pit myself for rolling over on everything.
Spent some time today with my program dog, Charlie, the one with kennel stress who is slated for euthanasia in the morning. We just played fetch and I fed him treats. There’s nothing wrong with him that a home of his own won’t cure.
He has until close of business today. The shelter supervisor said some people are coming to look at all the listed dogs. I can only cross my fingers that they will like Charlie and take him to their rescue.
Well I did get my awesome new winter coat just before my vacation. Been desperately needing a new one for several years. Felt good to be able to blow that kind of cash without a worry.
I’m sorry to hear about all of this, but you really should get half of everything, if I understand how divorces work correctly. He should buy out your half of the equity in the house, you get half the debt, etc. I know a lot of people have posted here that they wanted their divorce to stay amicable, but sometimes that’s not possible if one person is trying to take advantage of the other.
Good luck to **perfectparanoia **and to Rhiannon’s CharlieDog. And, ah, to whoever else could use some, I guess. Life’s a bitch – we do what we can as best as we can.
I rented a storage unit on my lunch break today. Some peace of mind ensued. And since my parents are supposed to come by again tomorrow, frenetic packing-and-hauling will ensue tonight. That’s OK: my stuff will be safe. No more coming home and playing, "Wait … didn’t there used to be … " all evening.
She’ll find out. And she’ll bitch. Oh, how she will bitch. And I’ll calmly point out that anyone who throws away $60 worth of flea meds doesn’t get to decide what else I’ll be jettisoning.
Have you found a place to move with your cats, purplehorseshoe? I’m thinking of you and wishing you didn’t have to deal with all this shit but on the other hand maybe having a bunch of stuff to think about might not be all bad. Anyway, thinking of you and hoping for things to ease up for you pretty soon.
Watch out for that storage unit, they’re money pits. I just realized that in 8 yrs. of storing stuff in one, I’ve spent over $13K. Stuff ain’t worth $5,000.
And remember, if you do decide it’s just not worth it and abandon the unit, before you do, find something that looks like an antique but is actually just a cheap reproduction and put it at the front of the unit, and label any cardboard boxes with things like “1977 Star Wars Toys.”
Got an email from the director of the shelter. She said things went well with the trainers who came to look at the listed dogs. She is feeling encouraged. I am feeling a little better. I’m afraid to get my hopes up too much.
Hubby has a preliminary diagnosis of COPD thanks to his visit to Urgent Care last weekend for the bronchial-cough-and-sinus-infection that refuses to budge after a month. He’s supposed to call his doctor this week for a follow up. No go. Doesn’t want to discuss it as he hacks over everything. They gave him two different inhalers, Prednisone for the sinuses, and something else and told him to augment it with Mucinex D, which he has.
He now has barrel chest and can’t draw a deep breath. I’m petrified. Right now he’s at a work-related meeting so it’s not like I can call an ambulance and have them drag him out of there…
I just broke down and turned the furnace on. Love that burning dust smell. I would love to have the ductwork cleaned; however, the owner prior to my sister caulked all the registers, along with painting over them multiple times. I tried taking one off, pulled chunks of plaster out of the wall with it. Lord only knows how many cats worth of fur are in the ducts.
I will be getting half the financial value of the house but given that I now have to buy a new house and fix it up, etc. it actually works out to be a worse situation.
Anyway, he gave in on almost everything I wanted (except the TV which is easily replaceable). Funny how he was far more reasonable in person than in the files he sent me.
All is well, now just need to get it signed so I can move on.
mrAru was out in the spring cutting and splitting wood and it has been drying out nicely. He will be moving it to stacks near the house sometime before the snow flies.
I love having a wood stove! I have one that also has an oven for baking, and in the winter I frequently use it to make soups and stews and bake bread in the oven. I think we probably use it for 75% of the heating of the house in the winter.
The stress test went well. They couldn’t reproduce his symptoms and the people who administered the test (so not an “official” results discussion) don’t believe there’s anything at all wrong with him.
Imminent baby became For Real Baby yesterday morning. He’s a boy baby. I’d been crossing my fingers this whole time for a girl baby because I already had two boys at home, but I actually like him a whole bunch and am kind of thrilled he wasn’t a girl after all. I had a difficult epidural (45 minutes; I probably should have given up) and my back is killing me but everything else went well and I feel like a million bucks.
AND I’M NEVER GOING TO BE PREGNANT EVER, EVER AGAIN. Yay!
