Today I had a preview of what the next few years are going to be like.
During breakfast I notice that my daughter has a little bit of attitude, a tone to her voice, not that sweet child like voice that speaks to me. Maybe she’s just tired from not getting enough sleep since she’s been sick. So I ignore it. I pack her lunch and she tells me I didn’t pack enough food…there’s that tone again! I ignore it again. I then tell her the American Idol update and she quickly corrects me when I miss pronounce Danny’s last name….oh, there’s that tone! I can’t ignore it anymore. I quickly correct her and tell her that I will not tolerate her talking to me like that. She gives me a look and then…..the tears! This is the worst thing to happen before school if I want her to get to the bus on time. Once she starts to cry it doesn’t stop.
Is this the beginning of her “tween” years? Oh, please help me!
Later that day I pick up my son from school. He is clearly upset. He experienced a little bit of bullying today. As his mother, I want to march right back to the office and let them know what’s going on. What about the “no tolerance” to bullying I am told about. Of course I don’t….that would be over reacting. I want him to be able to handle situations on his own too. So I made sure it was not serious…he did not physically get hurt. I knew a time like this would come. Middle school kids can be mean. They are far more advanced from when I was that age.
Is this the beginning of his “tween” years? I hope not!
I love to decorate with white. All my dishes are white, my serving platters are white and my table and chairs are white. I even painted my kitchen cabinets white. It just has a clean and simple look.
Here are a few ideas. I was just doing a little (online) window shopping. The best way to shop when money is tight! My favorite is the large farm-style table and white chairs. I love how old and distressed it looks.
My interpretation of President Obama’s “Mortgage Forgiveness Act”
President Obama passed a program to help homeowners, like myself, keep from losing their homes and falling to foreclosure…but let me give you my interpretation of what the forgiveness act has done for me.
I have passed the year mark that my house has been on the market. Pat and I have done everything possible to sell it. We have fixed, replaced and upgraded our house. We have lowered our price (ugh..over $50,000), we have never refused a showing, we have begged, borrowed and are ready to steal. And now we have come to the conclusion that we need to get help from our Mortgage company. Should be easy, right??? President Obama has passed all these programs for us. He’s here for us…he wants change like me!
Did he forget to tell that to the mortgage company. Why does it take 10 weeks to be assigned a counselor to help me? Why is a counselor impossible to get hold of? Why does the person you’re talking to refer you to someone that might be able to help you better? Why did they not receive my packet I faxed to them, twice? Why did my packet get sent to the wrong department? And since it was sent to the wrong department, why was it rejected and closed! Yes…after weeks of waiting, my cry for help, rejected and closed.
The customer service rep-so called mortgage counselor proceeds to tell me that she needs to reopen my case and resubmit my package. And refers me to someone else (heard that before) and I should wait until next week to see if anything has been done. Wait…did I hear her right??? I don’t know, I had a moment were my face turned red and all I heard was blah, blah, blah. I didn’t even ask her to hold while Shaye had a coughing attack and got a little sick (in the sink..yuck). Did I tell you that Shaye has a bit of pneumonia (a story for another day).
Okay, so now back to my interpretation of a mortgage forgiveness act….
Please forgive me when I use all the @#%& words I know when I talk to my mortgage company!
Please forgive me when I’m in a bad mood after not getting any help from all the acts I was promised but not given.
Please forgive me when I don’t have dinner on the table because I was on the computer all day trying to find some loophole I fit in.
Please forgive me when I decide to no longer pay my mortgage
And (kids) please forgive me because I have no idea if we will have another opportunity to have a mortgage.
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