Last night, I got an email at around 11:30 saying, "Please make sure your 5th grader wears a plain white shirt (without writing on it) and dark bottoms to school tomorrow for a ceremony. After they do the ceremony, they'll change into swimsuits and we'll walk to the aquatic center for a 5th grade day of fun! Make sure your child has a towel, running shoes, their swimsuit, a cover-up, and sunscreen."
Fantastic. Where in all holy hell am I going to find this kind of outfit on the next to last full day of school? Newsflash: My child has worn basketball shorts for 96% of the school year. He doesn't even own any "normal" bottoms except for jeans, and I'm not that mean. He may tell you a different story, but he's lying. I promise.
So, my kid went to school in black basketball shorts with white writing on the edge of one leg, and a white under-armour shirt with a small emblem on it. And as we pulled up to the turn-in for school, I saw another 5th grader wearing pressed navy pants and a long-sleeve white button down, and I thought to myself, "Shit...I don't even care."
As both boys tumbled out of the car, I saw another 5th grader wearing black & white Adidas shorts and a white undershirt, and thought to myself, "Hahaha, yeah, that's more like it. Solidarity, Mrs. Chang!"
N came home sunburned and ready to veg some more. B came home ready to go swimming...so N hung out in his room, and B and I went to the pool for a couple of hours. He played, some of the 5th grade girls came to play, and then we went home to make dinner.
Because of last night's events, I made the boys go to bed almost an hour early. I got some sort of entirely unnecessary thrill when it came to making an almost 11 year-old go to bed while it was still fully light outside.
You know...because I can.
At least for two more days.
Aubs
Monday, June 3, 2013
The sloth-like behavior continues
Y'all, Sunday hasn't been much different than Saturday. N opted out of going to his dad's again, and I opted out of participating in life.
The good news is I almost feel like a human being again...and it's really great timing, too, because B came home from his week at his dad's today.
I had to go get him from their house, something I've managed to avoid since they moved earlier in the year, thanks to school schedules and our personal schedules. Last night, his dad (who wasn't even going to be around when I got B back) made a huge stink about me coming to get him at their house. It's just not on my top 10 list.
And this is where it gets nuts. B's stepmom called me to tell me she was taking B to a movie literally right around the corner from my apartment. I told her I'd come get him from the movie, and she said, "No. I'll take him back to my house and you can just come get him there."
Really? Because that's not out of my way or anything...and I'm sort of doing YOU a favor by taking my two weeks right now instead of moving it down a week, which is what I really wanted to do. This whole co-parenting in two separate households thing is rough at times.
He came home and wanted to swim, but I passed on that as I didn't want to go. Besides, it took a good hour out of my life to go find their dang house and then navigate my way back a much different (and faster) way. Still, I have no clue how they can possibly claim it takes them 10 minutes to get from their house to B's school.
I'm so glad they're happy together.
Speaking of happy...I made treats for the baseball party, and after I stopped trying to recreate the recipe I found on a blog, it was much easier. Behold:
Rice Krispies treats formed in muffin tins! Genius! I could use them to make soccer balls too, probably...you know, if I knew any kids who liked soccer...Hmmmmmm...anyway, then I dipped the tops in white chocolate, and drew the "laces" with red icing. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...after I decided to do it my own way.
Imagine that.
My special someone came by to see me for a few minutes tonight before he flies out on a business trip tomorrow for an entire week. When he gets home, we'll be in Houston, so he stopped by to say hi, and we sat outside talking for a little while. Then, all of a sudden, we both hear hysterics from inside my apartment. B has totally flipped his lid because he can't find me, and N? Well, he's just so sweet...he told his little brother that I was probably dead...or kidnapped. I run in to grab B to show him that I'm perfectly fine, and explain I was just sitting outside talking to our special someone. I carry him outside in his boxers to see that's all it is, and he finally starts to calm down. I got him back inside, and told him I'd come cuddle with him in a few minutes. When "SS" left, I went in, locked the door, and went to climb into bed with B.
That's when he said, "Wait! Can I go tell SS bye?!" I nodded, so he hauled out the front door and started shrieking, "Bye SS!!! BYE!" N joined in, and I was wondering in my brain whether he was terrified that someone was trying to abduct us, or thrilled that my boys were telling him good-bye.
I'm going with the latter. Our neighbors, however, probably think we're deranged...but that's cool. I'm pretty sure they're moving next weekend.
The vegging continues. Maybe I'll be human tomorrow.
Aubs
The good news is I almost feel like a human being again...and it's really great timing, too, because B came home from his week at his dad's today.
I had to go get him from their house, something I've managed to avoid since they moved earlier in the year, thanks to school schedules and our personal schedules. Last night, his dad (who wasn't even going to be around when I got B back) made a huge stink about me coming to get him at their house. It's just not on my top 10 list.
And this is where it gets nuts. B's stepmom called me to tell me she was taking B to a movie literally right around the corner from my apartment. I told her I'd come get him from the movie, and she said, "No. I'll take him back to my house and you can just come get him there."
Really? Because that's not out of my way or anything...and I'm sort of doing YOU a favor by taking my two weeks right now instead of moving it down a week, which is what I really wanted to do. This whole co-parenting in two separate households thing is rough at times.
He came home and wanted to swim, but I passed on that as I didn't want to go. Besides, it took a good hour out of my life to go find their dang house and then navigate my way back a much different (and faster) way. Still, I have no clue how they can possibly claim it takes them 10 minutes to get from their house to B's school.
I'm so glad they're happy together.
Speaking of happy...I made treats for the baseball party, and after I stopped trying to recreate the recipe I found on a blog, it was much easier. Behold:
Rice Krispies treats formed in muffin tins! Genius! I could use them to make soccer balls too, probably...you know, if I knew any kids who liked soccer...Hmmmmmm...anyway, then I dipped the tops in white chocolate, and drew the "laces" with red icing. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...after I decided to do it my own way.
Imagine that.
My special someone came by to see me for a few minutes tonight before he flies out on a business trip tomorrow for an entire week. When he gets home, we'll be in Houston, so he stopped by to say hi, and we sat outside talking for a little while. Then, all of a sudden, we both hear hysterics from inside my apartment. B has totally flipped his lid because he can't find me, and N? Well, he's just so sweet...he told his little brother that I was probably dead...or kidnapped. I run in to grab B to show him that I'm perfectly fine, and explain I was just sitting outside talking to our special someone. I carry him outside in his boxers to see that's all it is, and he finally starts to calm down. I got him back inside, and told him I'd come cuddle with him in a few minutes. When "SS" left, I went in, locked the door, and went to climb into bed with B.
That's when he said, "Wait! Can I go tell SS bye?!" I nodded, so he hauled out the front door and started shrieking, "Bye SS!!! BYE!" N joined in, and I was wondering in my brain whether he was terrified that someone was trying to abduct us, or thrilled that my boys were telling him good-bye.
I'm going with the latter. Our neighbors, however, probably think we're deranged...but that's cool. I'm pretty sure they're moving next weekend.
The vegging continues. Maybe I'll be human tomorrow.
Aubs
Sunday, June 2, 2013
The aftermath of being an over-achiever
I've had a busy week...and after the pool party ended last night, I gave home with fire ant bites on my feet and hands, showered, left my hair wet, and crawled into bed...never to be heard from again.
N was the only kid home, and he had bruised feet from running around on the rocks for 5 hours, so he decided not to move all day either. In fact, when I woke up at 8:40, and then again at 10:00, I was sure he'd already gotten up to eat breakfast and was just playing xbox or watching tv. Man, I was wrong. It was approximately 11:36 when I heard him start moving.
He hobbled into my room to complain about his feet, saw me in bed surrounded by my laptop and the remote control, said, "Good idea" and disappeared again. It was definitely one of those, "We're staying in bed all day because we're completely exhausted" kinds of days.
We both read, we both ate junk food, and watched a ton of tv, and deemed it good for our souls. He opted out of going to his dad's because he was walking around on his heels, and I opted out of helping my mom clean out her garage for the very same reason.
We're quite a pair, my N and me...
Because, really? After all of the stuff I've been trying to finish up this week, I think I need a day (or 6) to just do nothing.
Nothing is really great.
Sometimes.
Aubs
N was the only kid home, and he had bruised feet from running around on the rocks for 5 hours, so he decided not to move all day either. In fact, when I woke up at 8:40, and then again at 10:00, I was sure he'd already gotten up to eat breakfast and was just playing xbox or watching tv. Man, I was wrong. It was approximately 11:36 when I heard him start moving.
He hobbled into my room to complain about his feet, saw me in bed surrounded by my laptop and the remote control, said, "Good idea" and disappeared again. It was definitely one of those, "We're staying in bed all day because we're completely exhausted" kinds of days.
We both read, we both ate junk food, and watched a ton of tv, and deemed it good for our souls. He opted out of going to his dad's because he was walking around on his heels, and I opted out of helping my mom clean out her garage for the very same reason.
We're quite a pair, my N and me...
Because, really? After all of the stuff I've been trying to finish up this week, I think I need a day (or 6) to just do nothing.
Nothing is really great.
Sometimes.
Aubs
Saturday, June 1, 2013
End of Season Baseball Party
As I sit in my bed with wet hair that I just don't feel like drying, I'm typing like a spaz because I was attacked by fire ants. My left index finger and my left foot are nearly twice their normal size...obviously fire ants and I do NOT get along. I wish I could take a picture of my fingers, but N is already in bed, and I'm just not that talented. Maybe tomorrow.
Also, I think my feet are going to fall off. Who decided that putting little rocks around the pool was a good idea? Why can't they just be plain and have concrete. I don't need a resort pool...and speaking of pools, this one felt more like taking a bath tonight. It was not cold, or even cool. It was lukewarm bathwater. Yick.
Eight of the ten boys showed up, and that's pretty awesome! They all had a blast, shooting each other with water guns. After they played for a while, they all got out for some hot dogs, chips, and fruit...and then they went back in WITHOUT waiting 30 minutes. I know...we're rebels. From the time the first group of boys showed up, I was under fire from sniper water gun fire. By the time another family showed up, it looked like I'd wet my pants, and my green tank top was totally soaked.
When N's friend, J, did something (I have no clue what it was at this point), I picked him up and threw him in the pool. Bad idea. His dad, little brother, and N avenged his attack, and I went into the pool, fully clothed. Into bathwater. Refreshing.
After we ate, I saw a gun floating near the side and jumped in...and for the next hour or two, I was attacked by every single kid in the pool. Some were my allies...until they turned on me, but the good thing about boys? They always come back. At one point, I had J as a human shield in the front and his little brother, E, in the back. Awesome. Until one of the others shot me right in the temple.
The coach's son had some sort of vendetta towards me, and I have to wonder why. Seriously, he was brutal, and totally trying to drown me. They all had a blast, and so did I. I was one of two adults (and the only female) to go into the pool and fight the baseball team. I'd like to thing I was victorious. They all gave up and moved on to fighting each other, and I got out to have grown-up talk time...until they weren't paying attention, and I went back for a sneak attack.
It was a blast. And some of the boys didn't want to leave...and what's even more interesting is that I had a great conversation with one of the moms that I never thought I would've had. It was hilarious, and entirely too revealing...my favorite kind! Seriously, though, it was so fun/funny. It's amazing what comes to the surface after a few drinks are consumed! I'll be laughing about that for a while, that's for sure.
When it was just N, J, & E left, it was time to wrap it up...and it, per usual, it was way later than we expected. It took N & me two trips to get all of the stuff down there, and then he went back for another water gun. It took one trip to take everything home, and one major spill of stuff before we both exclaimed, "THIS SUCKS!" at the same time, although, I was talking about the mess and he was talking about J not being able to stay.
Because, y'all? He adores J. And it's mutual. They both claim each other as their best friend...they just haven't mentioned being "exclusive" yet.
And that makes my heart so happy, I don't know what to do about it.
Aubs
Also, I think my feet are going to fall off. Who decided that putting little rocks around the pool was a good idea? Why can't they just be plain and have concrete. I don't need a resort pool...and speaking of pools, this one felt more like taking a bath tonight. It was not cold, or even cool. It was lukewarm bathwater. Yick.
Eight of the ten boys showed up, and that's pretty awesome! They all had a blast, shooting each other with water guns. After they played for a while, they all got out for some hot dogs, chips, and fruit...and then they went back in WITHOUT waiting 30 minutes. I know...we're rebels. From the time the first group of boys showed up, I was under fire from sniper water gun fire. By the time another family showed up, it looked like I'd wet my pants, and my green tank top was totally soaked.
When N's friend, J, did something (I have no clue what it was at this point), I picked him up and threw him in the pool. Bad idea. His dad, little brother, and N avenged his attack, and I went into the pool, fully clothed. Into bathwater. Refreshing.
After we ate, I saw a gun floating near the side and jumped in...and for the next hour or two, I was attacked by every single kid in the pool. Some were my allies...until they turned on me, but the good thing about boys? They always come back. At one point, I had J as a human shield in the front and his little brother, E, in the back. Awesome. Until one of the others shot me right in the temple.
The coach's son had some sort of vendetta towards me, and I have to wonder why. Seriously, he was brutal, and totally trying to drown me. They all had a blast, and so did I. I was one of two adults (and the only female) to go into the pool and fight the baseball team. I'd like to thing I was victorious. They all gave up and moved on to fighting each other, and I got out to have grown-up talk time...until they weren't paying attention, and I went back for a sneak attack.
It was a blast. And some of the boys didn't want to leave...and what's even more interesting is that I had a great conversation with one of the moms that I never thought I would've had. It was hilarious, and entirely too revealing...my favorite kind! Seriously, though, it was so fun/funny. It's amazing what comes to the surface after a few drinks are consumed! I'll be laughing about that for a while, that's for sure.
When it was just N, J, & E left, it was time to wrap it up...and it, per usual, it was way later than we expected. It took N & me two trips to get all of the stuff down there, and then he went back for another water gun. It took one trip to take everything home, and one major spill of stuff before we both exclaimed, "THIS SUCKS!" at the same time, although, I was talking about the mess and he was talking about J not being able to stay.
Because, y'all? He adores J. And it's mutual. They both claim each other as their best friend...they just haven't mentioned being "exclusive" yet.
And that makes my heart so happy, I don't know what to do about it.
Aubs
Thursday, May 30, 2013
"You're a Great Mom" Rumors Debunked
I really do have some of the best friends a girl could ever hope for... They build me up, even when I don't deserve it. They tell me all the time how they don't know how I do it all by myself all the time, how they could never do it, and how it takes a really special person to be a single parent. I don't really know how to respond to that, aside from saying something sarcastic or rolling my eyes. Because it's totally hard. And it makes me a hard person to really get, and even harder to love. Just ask my kids or anyone else who cares about me. Here are some of my favorites that are completely and totally untrue.
1. You're so patient.
This one makes me laugh every single day. I always joke that patience is the virtue that skipped over me, and I find it to be entirely true. My patience is very limited...with my kids, with adults who don't have commonsense, and slightly less so with other peoples' kids. Prime example: N was starving tonight...way after dinnertime, but we hadn't eaten. Most people would be understanding...that he was cranky because he was hungry. Me? I was irritated because the kid didn't eat a snack after school. Yeah, I know. It's lame.
2. You're such a fun mom.
My kids would beg to differ. While I do hang out with them from time to time, I tend to stay in my own little bubble in my room or the living room or the kitchen while they play video games in their room or go outside. We do have game nights sporadically, but nobody ever agrees, and that's when rumor #1 comes back into play. We've had some fun park/pool days lately, but I would argue that those have been successful due to the company we've been keeping. It's definitely not me.
3. You're so creative/organized.
Hahahahahahaha, yeah. I'm not creative/organized...I just play one on tv. In theory, I am both of those things, but to bring the ideas in my head to fruition? It takes a lot of effort. Case in point: I've had the pieces from B's first grade class to make a book for their teacher. Initially, it was meant for her birthday, but I was finishing finals, so I opted for Teacher Appreciation Week instead. I compiled the entire thing this afternoon. Can we say "Wait until the last minute" much?
4. You're a really good mom.
I'm not...or at least I don't feel like it the majority of the time. My parenting is easily influenced by my mood. If I'm stressed about something, it comes across to my boys. If I'm happy, they wonder what's happened to their normal mom. If I'm sad, they're scared I'm going to cry forever. Instead of me parenting them, I retreat into my own head until I'm back to me, which may or may not be better than whatever mood I was in previously.
5. You're so supportive of your boys...they totally know how much you love them.
This one makes me wonder. I have one boy who doesn't want me to acknowledge him at his own baseball games, and another who only wants to be around when his brother isn't here. Oh, wait...that's both of them. I swear, I keep telling them they'll like each other at some point, but I just don't know when that will be. Maybe by college...when one can legally buy the other beer. Sigh.
My point is, I play a decent version of the me I want to be. I have my moments, and I'm making progress. I've come a long way even from where I was a year ago...and who knows where I'll be if I keep moving forward. I wish I could figure out why I'm frustrated, and where it's stemming from, because that would really make my whole life much easier.
I guess it's the fear of the unknown, the fear of putting your faith and trust in something or someone other than yourself...other than God. Because I'm trying to, and the ebb and flow of it all is something I'm not used to. I'm not sure if I like it. I've grown accustomed to being by myself. To consider other possibilities is exciting and terrifying all at the same time.
I'm sure tomorrow I'll go back to being thrilled, but tonight? Tonight I just have an overwhelming sense of dread.
Aubs
1. You're so patient.
This one makes me laugh every single day. I always joke that patience is the virtue that skipped over me, and I find it to be entirely true. My patience is very limited...with my kids, with adults who don't have commonsense, and slightly less so with other peoples' kids. Prime example: N was starving tonight...way after dinnertime, but we hadn't eaten. Most people would be understanding...that he was cranky because he was hungry. Me? I was irritated because the kid didn't eat a snack after school. Yeah, I know. It's lame.
2. You're such a fun mom.
My kids would beg to differ. While I do hang out with them from time to time, I tend to stay in my own little bubble in my room or the living room or the kitchen while they play video games in their room or go outside. We do have game nights sporadically, but nobody ever agrees, and that's when rumor #1 comes back into play. We've had some fun park/pool days lately, but I would argue that those have been successful due to the company we've been keeping. It's definitely not me.
3. You're so creative/organized.
Hahahahahahaha, yeah. I'm not creative/organized...I just play one on tv. In theory, I am both of those things, but to bring the ideas in my head to fruition? It takes a lot of effort. Case in point: I've had the pieces from B's first grade class to make a book for their teacher. Initially, it was meant for her birthday, but I was finishing finals, so I opted for Teacher Appreciation Week instead. I compiled the entire thing this afternoon. Can we say "Wait until the last minute" much?
4. You're a really good mom.
I'm not...or at least I don't feel like it the majority of the time. My parenting is easily influenced by my mood. If I'm stressed about something, it comes across to my boys. If I'm happy, they wonder what's happened to their normal mom. If I'm sad, they're scared I'm going to cry forever. Instead of me parenting them, I retreat into my own head until I'm back to me, which may or may not be better than whatever mood I was in previously.
5. You're so supportive of your boys...they totally know how much you love them.
This one makes me wonder. I have one boy who doesn't want me to acknowledge him at his own baseball games, and another who only wants to be around when his brother isn't here. Oh, wait...that's both of them. I swear, I keep telling them they'll like each other at some point, but I just don't know when that will be. Maybe by college...when one can legally buy the other beer. Sigh.
My point is, I play a decent version of the me I want to be. I have my moments, and I'm making progress. I've come a long way even from where I was a year ago...and who knows where I'll be if I keep moving forward. I wish I could figure out why I'm frustrated, and where it's stemming from, because that would really make my whole life much easier.
I guess it's the fear of the unknown, the fear of putting your faith and trust in something or someone other than yourself...other than God. Because I'm trying to, and the ebb and flow of it all is something I'm not used to. I'm not sure if I like it. I've grown accustomed to being by myself. To consider other possibilities is exciting and terrifying all at the same time.
I'm sure tomorrow I'll go back to being thrilled, but tonight? Tonight I just have an overwhelming sense of dread.
Aubs
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Why Me Wednesday
This has not been my day. After I took N to school, I came home to close my eyes for just ten seconds or so before I went to meet B's class at Kid Kountry at 9:30. I woke up after 10:00 and jumped out of bed like a ninja, only to realize that my phone was not only not pushing texts/emails through, but apparently the alarm function wasn't working anymore.
After I showered and got ready, I ran out the door to make part of the park time, and that's about when I felt the rain. So, I opted out of the park and went to Sprint instead. After explaining my issue, they said it would be 90 minutes, so I agreed and took off to pick up a couple of things at Sam's and then I went home to send a couple of emails since that was my only way to communicate.
When I went back to get my phone, I waited for an additional 30 minutes while they did who knows what besides draining my battery without thinking to plug it into a dang charger. It doesn't seem like rocket science. Anyway, I still have the same issues, although it seems that messages come through more often than they have for the last 24 hours.
When I called Sprint to request this little signal booster thingy, which they said (in the store) that I could obtain easily if I just called to request it, things got a little intense. The guy was a super jerk, and I got annoyed really fast. Long story short, he claimed the inventory was too low for them to send me one for free. And he stuck to it. Even though his supervisor said it would be fine to override it. He refused.
When N came home, I dragged him to the store for a few things. It was less than pleasant. Know what was less pleasant? Trying to fix his motorized water gun by taking it apart to see why the motor wasn't working, not paying attention, and having no idea how to put the dumb thing back together again.
I also inadvertently semi-dyed my bathtub purple while washing a dress that was...you guessed it...purple.
I feel like I'm missing something important.
Oh. Exes? They suck. That pretty much sums it up.
Aubs
After I showered and got ready, I ran out the door to make part of the park time, and that's about when I felt the rain. So, I opted out of the park and went to Sprint instead. After explaining my issue, they said it would be 90 minutes, so I agreed and took off to pick up a couple of things at Sam's and then I went home to send a couple of emails since that was my only way to communicate.
When I went back to get my phone, I waited for an additional 30 minutes while they did who knows what besides draining my battery without thinking to plug it into a dang charger. It doesn't seem like rocket science. Anyway, I still have the same issues, although it seems that messages come through more often than they have for the last 24 hours.
When I called Sprint to request this little signal booster thingy, which they said (in the store) that I could obtain easily if I just called to request it, things got a little intense. The guy was a super jerk, and I got annoyed really fast. Long story short, he claimed the inventory was too low for them to send me one for free. And he stuck to it. Even though his supervisor said it would be fine to override it. He refused.
When N came home, I dragged him to the store for a few things. It was less than pleasant. Know what was less pleasant? Trying to fix his motorized water gun by taking it apart to see why the motor wasn't working, not paying attention, and having no idea how to put the dumb thing back together again.
I also inadvertently semi-dyed my bathtub purple while washing a dress that was...you guessed it...purple.
I feel like I'm missing something important.
Oh. Exes? They suck. That pretty much sums it up.
Aubs
Tired Tuesday
Man, a long weekend of nothingness intermingled with fun totally wore me out. Call the nursing home and tell them to get my room ready...I'm on my way!
After a morning of just hanging out and recovering from the weekend, I ran a couple of errands, then came home to watch one of my favorite movies: "Tora! Tora! Tora!" Yes, I know. I'm strange. It's why I'm so darn precious.
Anyway, I fell asleep right as N walked in the door after school, and he climbed onto my bed to watch it for a few minutes, then asked if he had to keep watching. I'm pretty sure I mumbled "No" because he asked to go to the playground, and I think I mumbled something like, "Be back by 5:30." And, he was. He woke me up to tell me he was back because I was still fast asleep.
After I dragged myself out of bed, I fixed him dinner, and then I noticed my phone had been pretty dang silent. THAT is when I realized that there was a serious problem. No service. At all. Dropped calls that would only connect for a few seconds if I was roaming. I got a few texts, but their date/time stamps are 5/31/13, which obviously hasn't happened yet.
Fantastic. I ventured away from my apartment to see if that would fix the problem, and although I was able to connect more easily, my calls were still dropping every few seconds and my emails/texts wouldn't push through. Great. No, really. On the upside, I was able to have a conversation (although broken at times) that I really needed to have...and that (hopefully) made all the difference in the world.
So, tomorrow, I'm headed to Sprint. Because this just isn't going to work for me.
And it also proves my dad's point. Me and technology? We just don't get along. Ask my laptop that was refusing to post Facebook posts earlier, or the 42" television in my living room that decided to stop working last week.
If you value your electronics, keep them the heck away from me!
Aubs
After a morning of just hanging out and recovering from the weekend, I ran a couple of errands, then came home to watch one of my favorite movies: "Tora! Tora! Tora!" Yes, I know. I'm strange. It's why I'm so darn precious.
Anyway, I fell asleep right as N walked in the door after school, and he climbed onto my bed to watch it for a few minutes, then asked if he had to keep watching. I'm pretty sure I mumbled "No" because he asked to go to the playground, and I think I mumbled something like, "Be back by 5:30." And, he was. He woke me up to tell me he was back because I was still fast asleep.
After I dragged myself out of bed, I fixed him dinner, and then I noticed my phone had been pretty dang silent. THAT is when I realized that there was a serious problem. No service. At all. Dropped calls that would only connect for a few seconds if I was roaming. I got a few texts, but their date/time stamps are 5/31/13, which obviously hasn't happened yet.
Fantastic. I ventured away from my apartment to see if that would fix the problem, and although I was able to connect more easily, my calls were still dropping every few seconds and my emails/texts wouldn't push through. Great. No, really. On the upside, I was able to have a conversation (although broken at times) that I really needed to have...and that (hopefully) made all the difference in the world.
So, tomorrow, I'm headed to Sprint. Because this just isn't going to work for me.
And it also proves my dad's point. Me and technology? We just don't get along. Ask my laptop that was refusing to post Facebook posts earlier, or the 42" television in my living room that decided to stop working last week.
If you value your electronics, keep them the heck away from me!
Aubs
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