One Of Those Days ...

It started with a phone call from Mom. She's upset. She had talked to Brother Deere last night, and according to him regarding my house, "they live like animals. Messes everywhere." But he also thinks that Mom's house is filthy, to the point he won't even eat a meal prepared out of her kitchen. She's not a slob, far from it ... her house is always clean. I guess the table covered with her magazines is "filth" in his book.

I'm trying not to let it get to me, after all,  he IS OCD. But to upset Mom like that with his OCD opinion, that's not right.

Remember, this is the man who hand washes and then waxes his garden tractor after each and every use. He cleans his immaculate house BEFORE company arrives for a holiday, AND won't go to sleep on Christmas night until every last trace of Christmas has been packed away and cleaned the entire house top to bottom.

I should not be upset by his comments. But I am.

And just not a good way to start my day.

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While I appreciate Alien and Rusty Knight's help around here, it's getting ridiculous. I don't know how many phone calls or texts today alone.  "What time to you want us there?" "Do you want me to cook dinner?" Forget telling them "not today, I'm really not having a good day" ... they've called or texted me every half hour or so to see how I'm doing.

Dammit ... it's annoying. I'm trying to get something done around here and can't if I have to stop so often to answer a text from them.

I'm a big girl ... I will manage. I'll call when I need something done that I'm unable to do myself  ... geesh ...

They wanted to come over tomorrow, but I told them I am going to be at the computer all day long, applying for jobs online. And I am ... I'm to the point I'm about ready to grab the phone book and start making inquiries with local (within walking distance) companies to see if they're hiring. I don't care what their business is, I'd do about anything for a paycheck right now (legal of course).

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I had to call the phone company today ... I don't know how I'm going to pay the bill this month. I talked to the nicest lady ... we were able to work something out that will allow me to keep both the home phone and internet. And lowered my monthly payments to something I can afford.

And damned if I didn't break into tears talking to her. 

What I don't understand is after she spend so much time helping me lower the bill, she asks about my tv and cell phone providers. I told her "antenna tv" and that the boss of my part time job supplies my cell phone ... she tells me how much money I can save by "bundling" all of my services into one company. Ummmm, ok, I just called in tears practically (and cried during the call) that I cannot afford the bill now unless I have help and here you're offering me TWO services that would double the bill? Ummmm, I realize they have to sell certain things, it IS their business after all, but can't they have a heart when someone calls because of financial troubles?

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Still not sure how I'm going to raise any money for the bills that Gizmo stiffed me on. It's almost $500 of past due bills. And it's really looking like he's not going to come through with his promise of paying what he owes.

I guess my only hope at this point may be to see if I can get any sort of public assistance. It's doubtful, my last experience with them they said since I had no assets of my own, that I didn't qualify for household assistance. Not even food or medical help.

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Guess it's back to cleaning ... take some of these frustrations out on the pig sty that Brother Deere says I live in.

***** Update 5:50 PM *****

Just got off the phone with my mom. She apologized for upsetting me earlier today. She also apologized for "putting weight in anything said by a man who irons his underwear". Ummm, that I didn't know, nor did I need to know!

And as soon as we started talking, I started crying again. Been crying on and off all day long as it is, and talking to Mom sure didn't help my emotions.

She did say she realizes what obstacles I was up against with the Wrecking Crew(s) ... that one woman couldn't have possibly kept up with it with so many not willing to be adult and take responsibility for themselves ... that she knows in a few short days things are already improving ... and will continue to get better every day.

Gotta love Mom's pep-talks. I do feel a bit better now, but still overwhelmed.

Mom also asked what I thought about asking Rusty Armor if he'd do the painting and lay the new flooring in the house, he'll be paid of course. I think it's a good idea, he does have some home improvement experience. I wouldn't trust him with things that take a license, like plumbing, electrical, or gas ... but anything else is okay.

Kills two birds with one stone, too ... he'll be employed for a few months while the BIG CLEAN-UP continues. Granted, he won't get rich, but it'll help them out, too.