I cleaned half the house today, I'll finish the rest tomorrow. My tailbone can only take so much, I can't believe how much it is bothering me, bending over sucks.

I was busy cleaning the kitchen, I put up my usual barriers to protect Jon from going down the step to the front door, and going past the living room. Well, somebody moved the cube blocking him from leaving the living room. When I didn't see him in the living room, I panicked a bit, looked down the hallway... nope. He crawled all the way to our bedroom and was tapping on the floor. He sure gets around fast. He will be crawling within a few weeks... I'm sure of it. He army crawls very fast, and he gets up on his knees often and rocks back and forth and dives forward sometimes.

Then I put him down for his nap and started cleaning the bathroom and I heard the doorbell ring. Here I am, in my mismatched pajamas, and I thought Oh God. So I grabbed a sweater from the closet, and it didn't fit too well, but who had time to put a bra on... and I went to the door, and no one was there. I saw a comcast truck parked on the other side of the street, but thought nothing of it. I went back in the bathroom, opened the window, because I was spraying that mildew remover stuff and it stinks. I heard someone outside, I looked out, and there was a comcast man opening my box. I said, is there something wrong with the cable. He said he was just doing a follow up from the service call on Monday. I just kept saying, the guy fixed the wire that fell, he didn't go in the box. That was strange. He asked me about the service, rating the previous guy on a scale from 1-10, etc. And then he wanted me sign something. Oh god.... I should have just opened the screen and grabbed it, but I went to the back door, looking like a hobo, oh well. I still don't understand, why he was there in my box on the outside. But in my condition I didn't ask too many questions. He was a comcast guy, he had the suit on, and the truck outside, and the paperwork said comcast. But still, ugh. Tonight I'll have to make sure at least to put on matching tops and bottoms, ahhahaha.... I guess you never know when someone is going to ring your door bell. I guess I need to wear a bra to bed too, since you never know, hahahah. I don't want to be known as booby knocker like the lady across the street. I got another view on Wednesday of her. She is nuts. Cold as hell outside, windy as hell... and here she is in her house coat... that was flying all over..... taking out her last garbage bag. Gross.

Jeff calls me on the way home and telling me his brakes are grinding and he is taking his car to his dad's so he can work on it tomorrow. Oh great. His Dad drove him back to our house. So his Dad's going to work on it, and I guess we'll just pick it up in the evening tomorrow. Just where I wanted to go on a Friday night. But it's nice of his Dad to work on it for us, hopefully it doesn't rain, or not all day at least. And his sister calls when his Dad was over, and of course gave me an earful. Whatever. I guess his Mom & Dad can't go, and his other sister can't make it. Oh well. Maybe it's just me. Maybe because I didn't have Aunts, Uncles, or cousins, but who cares if the whole family makes it to him singing at school and some science experiment. As long as his parents are there, will he care? She says just wait until my kids are in school. And I said, well, I doubt you'd ever come, how would you when you work 18 miles away from us, and live 40 miles away. Who would pick up your kids, who are in latch key/day care by your house, and how would you make it back here during the week. I don't feel bad, I just don't like attitude. And I hate when someone tells me I have to do something.

I fed the kids, and Jess helped me make brownies. Well, of course my mind was elsewhere, worrying about the damn car, and everything was fine, except I didn't put it in a 8x8 or 9x9 pan, I put it in a 9x13 pan, and of course over cooked, my flat pancake, as Jeff calls it. But it doesn't taste too bad, chocolate is chocolate, hahaha. I had intentions of going to the mall this evening for something free & fun to do, but then it started to rain, and then Jeff called with the car news, so it got me in a bad mood. His Dad left at 630pm, but I wasn't in the mood anymore.

Jess didn't have a nap today, but still is a pain in the ass to put to bed. Good luck to Jeff's sister on Saturday when we are at the wedding. But I don't care, an evening out, it'll be her problem, ahhaha. She gets out like 3 times, and just so we don't get mad, pushes pee out each time, does she keep it in storage to use as a stalling device? Ugh! Last night when we both put her to bed, I yelled don't get up unless you have to pee. And she didn't get up. Maybe he's too wimpy when he goes up there? I don't know. The joys of parenting... just wait, the fun has just begun, I know.