For awhile now, I’ve had the occasional friend post about being pregnant or about their children. A majority of these people are much older than me, so I just dealt with it. They weren’t posting enough for me to care, so whatever.
But over the past 48-72 HOURS, I have seen 4 - 5 posts about being pregnant. Le sigh. I am NOT ready for this stage. I want to go back to showing up on The Hill and getting completely drunk with friends, slammed in a small bar, spending money we didn’t have…only to stumble home, eat crappy pizza and fall asleep.
Can I just tell you this one thing? Our next door neighbor is BAT SHIT CRAZY. When going down the route of buying a home, we had a lot of people giving us advice. My colleagues at my old job told me it would be a really good idea to meet the neighbors before committing. Well with all the traveling and ups and downs of buying the house, we never did. Not that this would change our minds, but all of a sudden, I am feeling more and more like keeping to myself than being a friendly neighbor.
Back to my BAT SHIT CRAY CRAY neighbor… she comes walking over after Boo and I are leaving the house without even having ONE box in it. She starts talking about serving us with papers about some tree in the backyard that is going to cause damage to her $80,000 gazebo. (NEWSFLASH: IT IS NOT WORTH $80,000). So we listened diligently and told her we’ll look into the tree situation. She told us she “had a guy” who can “cut us a deal.” HOLY RED FLAGS. But again, we listen because welp, we don’t want to have a bad relationship with our neighbors.
Anyway, I come home from work yesterday to a truck outside our neighbor’s house that is clearly a tree company. Our BAT SHIT CRAY CRAY neighbor calls me whilst in the middle of cooking our dinner. She told me that her man “who lives in Alabama” was “in town.” (RED FLAGS)… And she said that he can cut us a deal IF we decide to spend $$ tomorrow to cut it. I had her on speaker and Boo was listening in but didn’t talk. Once again, I listened diligently to her words, I told her I understood, but I needed to consult my husband. At the time of this call, Boo was in his office researching PERMITS to cut down trees…because BS CRAY CRAY neighbor wants to bypass the whole getting a permit thing. (UMMM RED FLAGS).
Fast forward to this AM. I leave for work a little later than usual. Jump in the car, half way to my office, Boo calls me. He told me that Mr. Tree Man showed up on our front door saying he was there to CUT DOWN THE TREE. Ummm, we never said it was a done deal. Boo, being a wordsmith, kindly told him to stick it where the sun don’t shine and that we will be going through the proper channels to cut down said tree that is in danger of breaking her gazebo.
Do I also need to remind you that Boo and I have been homeowners for approximately 9 days? Yup. So we are calling an arborist who will come in and do a FREE consultation to look at the tree. If it is IN FACT dying like my BS CRAY CRAY neighbor says, we will get a FREE permit from the city and get someone to come cut down the tree - not one of “her guys.”
OMG. IS IT THE END OF THE DAY YET BECAUSE THIS GIRL NEEDS A DRINK.
So, I kinda follow this stuff. But 9 times out of 10 I read it and ignore it. Boo ignores it completely. He thinks it’s a bunch of poppycock.
One thing to note about my rant: Boo and I are in the midst of achieving a fairly large chapter in life (NOT preggers). But it’s a big deal and I will tell you all more about it soon. BUT we’ve been dealing with this life goal since the BEGINNING of mercury retrograde. Before mercury came in and fucked up our world, everything was going swimmingly. Even the beginning of mercury, a few sweat beads fell, but that’s it.
But then everything went to shit. And I am 100% blaming it on mercury retrograde. Mercury had to go and get their panties in a GIANT bunch and completely throwing everything off. Here’s my thing. The reason WHY I have put 100% blame on this BS called Mercury Retrograde is because tomorrow this Mercury Retrograde crazy talk is over. And it looks like tomorrow everything is going to be back on track. So for 20-however-freaking-days of this hellish time, we have gone up and down and left and right and backwards…not so much forwards…but very much backwards.
So TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY. And Mercury Retrograde is over, with hopefully no residual nonsense. So hopefully in the next few weeks, I can finally share the life event Boo and I are attempting to accomplish.
I need to figure out a way to not wear my heart on my sleeve. I need to figure out a way to understand ag marketing whilst understanding the dynamic internally and the client dynamic. I need to figure out how to make an 8 13 hour day not feel like a decade. I need to figure out a way to not be burned out by 1pm, knowing I am going to be there until 7pm or 8pm. I need to remember that it’s ok to not be perfect. I need to not be frustrated. I need to breathe. And breathe. And breathe. And breathe. I need to take advice in stride. I need to figure out how to not be so burned out by 7pm, so I can go home and do more work because I can’t figure out how to stop time in the day. I need to figure out how to stop time in the day.
How do I show I am good at what I do when my head is swirling? When I stop trying to swirl so I can focus, I get so far behind on shit I don’t even understand to it makes me equally as behind.