If school doesn't start soon...
Right now the Boy has two friends over. They're sitting at the table waiting for dinner to be served. The Boy? Why he's playing video games and ignoring them. Social Skills 101, anyone?
Meanwhile, the Girl's social engagements are so out of control that she has yet to start her summer reading. Which isn't very smart. I'm not going to nag anymore. I've made it clear that I expect them both to read the damn books. They haven't. I have, but they haven't.
Now that I've won the decorating contest, I'm under a lot of pressure to make my house somewhat presentable so the decorator won't go screaming out of her with her hands covering her eyes. This is not as easy as it sounds.
True Confession: We've lived in this house 2.5 years. We are not unpacked. Not even close. Not remotely close. I still haven't found my living room oriental. It's in a box somewhere. I have no clue as to where. I finally got my good meat dishes unpacked for Pesach last April. Yeah. We have a beautiful antique lamp packed somewhere. In it's place we're using the Boy's baseball lamp because he broke my Eiffel tower lamp from Target. The torchiere has been broken for a year. I finally broke down and got a slipcover for my chair and a half on sale at Linens and Things. It's kinda ugly, but it was wicked cheap. Honestly, I can't even imagine what she can do with what we have other than to throw up her hands and say "Toss it all".
And then there's this little brouhaha that I'm upset about that I can't talk about. But I'm angry and hurt and annoyed and really pissed off at the cliquishness I see around me. Not cool, sisters.
My bank doesn't do local car loans so I had to apply at a bank with which I have no relationship. Awkward. The car is waiting on me. I just want to get it so we can get the hell out of town and get in some decent family time before the HH starts. In 3 weeks. Oh my GOD. Stumble It! JBlog Me