Since before the floors were done many things have been moved around and not put back. So when I need something and it is clustered with the aforementioned it seems lost and thus unavailable. Then when I’m walking around the house, not looking for anything but looking around, I find whatever I’ve misplaced since before the floors were done.

So a gift that was all but completed has stayed that way. Even though the floors are done and I even now have a place to finish the piece. But my paints were “misplaced” and I just “found” them again today. Sadder still the date I wanted the gift to be given past near 2 weeks ago. Say I finally complete the gift and mail it out on Monday it still won’t be received (or not likely to be received) within the week. 

I think I’m getting sick. I hope it’s just allergies.

Forget that I need to make dinner soon, fiancee calls saying he’s finally getting off work, suggest that he should get dinner for himself, hour later still forgot about dinner. No problem. Fiancee walks in and hands me a burrito. Oh yeah!

Ok. Now that I’ve somehow remembered the poem I wrote in my head as I was falling asleep last night, finished writing the poem that proceeds it that I had somehow forgotten about, and submitted both here, Fiction Press, and deviantArt I guess it’s time I got off my rear end and do a few needed things.

Well, I just had a bomb dropped on me. Figuratively, of course.

Nothing like getting a warning the day before that Mother-in-law is gonna randomly drop by sometime tomorrow to paint walls. It’s the sudden drop by that’s the kicker. I had already raised my hand to paint the walls of a certain now empty room. At least things don’t look to bad as is and won’t take much to clean up certain messes.

Okay, not quite like that. But still.

I’m wearing a hoodie and I’m wrapped in a fleece blanket wondering why I’m still so cold. So I check the thermostat and it reads 68 degrees F (that’s really cold for a Floridian) with the heat set at 62! Why?! F*** that! I made the executive decision to set the heat to 69 and I’m warmer already!  

So my phone goes off while I’m in another room and I come back to my phone to see that not only did my mom call, but she texted first, and as I check the text she leaves a voice mail! Holy crap, mom! The text alone would have been enough to get my attention.

Would I go on a road trip if she had the money for it?

Damn straight I would.

That’s the catch though. My mom lives off of a government check. Not to say that it isn’t impossible. She did fly out to Texas for a weekend last year or the year before.

Now she wants to take a road trip to Tennessee (from Florida) for two weeks. In her ratty old van. That is practically held together with duct tape. There is absolutely no way that I would let her go by herself.

Of course, if this does happen that means I will be stuck with my mother in her van for 36 hours (round trip) plus two weeks in a hotel room. I’m like my siblings in the way we all tolerate our mother and brand of crazy, sometimes. Me, maybe, more, than the others because I’ve lived with her the longest. But this will be….interesting to say the least. This will be the first road trip I’ve ever taken with my mom. Anywhere.

Besides all that though, I’m actually pretty excited and hope my mom can fund this road trip. I love road trips and haven’t been on one in 10 years. And I have no job to worry about so *shrug*

*picks up headphones after being away from the computer and forgot you had been listening to music prior to* *hears music playing* I didn’t pause that? *confused* Could have sworn… How long has it been playing?!

Well I stressed over nothing. Nice to know now.

Really didn’t want to get up today. Don’t want to face all the potential stress I’m relativity certain will happen.

I appear to be desperate for local friends that don’t mind that I am continuously broke.

I called my mom, who lives at least a half an hour away, to see if she wanted to hang out. How pathetic.

I just want to escape the house while the oven cleans itself for the next two hours. But I have no money, no car, no (local) friends, and can’t go for a run that long. Ha!

Now that I’ve figured out how to make my high tech oven self-clean I’m all stressed out, but I need to eat *checks time, sees that it is now 4 pm* yikes! my now late lunch before I can workout.

The reason for the stress? Mom-in-law is coming tomorrow to take my her high tech double ovens and replacing the stove top with a conventional oven. ..and several other things but which I don’t have to worry about.

Her coming at all is reason enough for me to stress. NOTHING is good enough for this woman.

I want to take a shower and change out of my workout clothes but my fiancee is in the bedroom taking a nap.