The sharp teeth and ugly head of my addiction roared in full desperation this morning!
No people I’m not proud of it but I will freely admit that I have a problem..
I am addicted to Mt. Dew!
OMG the horror now you know my dirty little secret.. What will people think of me?
I hate coffee! Tea is not one of my most loved tastes either. My drink of choice is Mt. Dew!
Each morning I start the day with a Mt. Dew and a smoke. Then once I’m fit for human contact I can begin my day and be productive. However on those very rare occasions that I’m fresh out and without my fix I am intolerable, no one will deal with me.
Last night I ran out of Dew! I slept in this morning and sent the Mom and Midget to town for a run. Poor hubby has been hiding in another room away from me. I have expressed my desire for them to hurry the hell up and get back more times than I’ve taken a breath since I’ve been up.
I need my caffeine! With the week I’ve had I can not function another moment without it.
The past week has been a nightmare. Both Katy and I have had more things than not go wrong. More than a few times I told Katy I just want to be done!
I wanted to crawl up in bed and forget:
- The internet
- The septic tank outside my house that has a mind of it’s own and needs $4k worth of repairs
- That my Midget has a birthday coming up on the 23rd for which he fully expects a $2k laptop
- That school supplies and uniforms are going to cost me a small fortune next week
- Just forget it all and go to bed.
Yeah sure Mindy that will fix everything! Oh how I wish..
We pulled ourselves up by the bootstraps and worked a fix for everything we could. The only major issue still over my head is the septic tank. In our area we are mandated to use a septic grinder tank system. This thing holds the waste water from the house under ground then once it reaches a certain level it opens and pumps to the county sewer lines for removal. The only way out of this is to move up town with city sewer or live on more than 10 acres of land for a traditional pond type septic tank. The problem is the damn thing breaks down once a year and the only people that work on them charge a $400 travel time just to come out. You can’t work on them yourself.
I’m seriously considering moving. I love where I live right next door to my parents. We are out in the country far enough to do what ever we want. The only complaint I have is the Neighbors From Hell and this focking septic tank thing.
I’ve caught myself looking at houses up town. Most in the $40 - $50K range not bad at all! However our house is paid for here. We are debt free with the exception of household expenses and I can’t justify starting with a mortgage all over again. I’m unsure if our current house would sell for what it’s appraised at given the reputation that the Neighbors From Hell have in our county.
I really want to ask the hubby about renting the house out and buying a new one up town. We could use the rental income to cover most of any mortgage payment on the new house and not go too deep in debt. This is how we ended up with our last rent house. We paid the down payment to buy it and rented it out. The rental income paid for the place in 5 years.
Our main problem with doing this? Our credit is screwed!
Oh well dream big if you’re gonna dream right? Oh yay my Mt. Dew is here! I can return to being the normal chiper me I usually am and quit blogging about my woes.. I now return you to your regularly scheduled programing.
Hope you’re all having a great Saturday!
Tags: Moving, Neighbors, Shit, Woes, Problems, Bad Day, Complaints
Yeah, life sucks sometimes. Between my Dad being in the hospital and my Mother-In-Law breaking my daughter’s heart, this week just sucked. Thank God it’s Saturday now and we can move on to Monday with perhaps just the woes of it being Monday.
One can dream, right?
If you move, you’ll be pissed at yourself. You’ve got the perfect setup over there with your parent’s next door. Forget the trouble with the septic tank and the neighbors. Seriously, you want to move over a pile of shit? Literally. Not worth it.
Holy shit!
The biggest reason we moved from Florida to Kansas was because of DNA Donor’s asshole husband, but we were renting, so it wasn’t that big of a deal to move (my folks paid for our move, pretty much, and his parents let us crash there until I had Ethan, and we had a place to move into).
Good luck with everything!
Thanks guys!
I actually feel a ton better after just bitching about it here. Monday better bring on a better attitude and week.. Mwahaha
I have sent my husband on countless late-night Cherry Coke Zero runs to feed my addiction! So I can totally relate!!
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