This week, so far, for the Groenevelts has gone something like:
Monday:
Temperature – hot as hell degrees Fahrenheit. Check.
Lexi begrudgingly starts junior-high at her new bilingual Spanish/English speaking school, wherein she would’ve preferred to have watched Ben and/or I (or preferably both of us) walk barefoot over hot asphalt in the mid-day Mexican sun. Check.
Spend two hours at the local bank branch, explaining in broken Spanish, the middle name on my passport is my middle name and not my last name, so it doesn’t appear on the wire transfer, so please give me my money or SO HELP ME. Then I can pay the rent for the new house we’re moving into today. Check.
Cram first day at new school with a move to a new house. Check.
Tuesday:
Temperature – hotter than hell degrees Fahrenheit. Check.
Welcome new nanny and explain to my 1 and 3 year old how much fun this new nanny will be. WON’T THIS A BE SO MUCH FRICKIN FUN? Check.
Drive Lexi in exhausted silence to school where I sat still for the first time in 48 hours without reflexively grabbing for a paper bag to assist my anxious breathing, because what I REALLY needed was more change in my life right about now. Check.
Drop Lexi off at school and start thinking I’d like to post a blog today and I could write about the past few days and how I’m really excited our good friends Shelley and Scot are visiting us and how the move went, but all I’m thinking about is our new toothless neighbor with all the stray cats. And no matter how hard I’m trying to think about my post, the image of our toothless, cat collecting neighbor using a squeegee to push out the MOTHERFUCKING cat urine into the street past our car this morning is stuck on my brain like the piss stank covering the sidewalk beneath our front door. Checking the rental agreement again and wondering how many more mornings of this cat piss river did you say I can look forward to? 363…great! Check.
When we rented our new house, we knew we’d get some of this:
and this…
and more of that.
Also, we were aware of the motorcycle/scooter shop next store and were fine with that – we live in an eclectic area of town – besides, I thought there’d be guys skewing the 20 something age demographic, wearing jeans and tight white tees, pushing around bikes on the lot. Turns out there’s just the toothless cat guy and his strays and his secured wireless internet network. Somehow this guy managed to set-up a secured wireless internet network between his ambitious cat collecting and piss pushing. You can’t make this shit up.
Plus, I really need to get my head out of this piss gutter and ‘girl-up’ and get my shit together because I need to get a guest blog over to the ladies at momversation.com, like two days ago. Just a hunch, but I’m guessing they’re looking for a blog post edging closer to a topic of family and kids and not so much a rant on “How My New Dentally Challenged Neighbor Manages without a Littler Box” tricked out with capitalized MOTHERFUCKERS sprinkled through the post. These ruminating toothless cat guy neighbor thoughts are beginning to wreck that part of my brain too.
Besides, I can’t find any of my underwear and I’m wearing my bikini top as a bra, so the sooner I can get that post over to the momversation.com ladies, I can then begin the task of rummaging through the black garbage bags containing the contents of our move. Besides, doesn’t look like the guy next store, or his cats, are going anywhere soon, so they’ll be plenty of time to think about him over the next 363 days.
