LaLaGirl – Twinfinite Chaos! Parenting Multiples and Dealing with Autism

Hey, check this out. Yesterday, UPS dropped off an overnight air envelope on my doorstep. Not for me, but for the previous owner of the house. I figured whatever it was, he probably would want it, so Paul gave him a call, and they agreed to stop by and get it. After Idol! Hehe! Before we called, we debated as to whether or not they’d be watching American Idol. I said no. Paul reminded me that they’re “old” (like my parents’ age) and older folks always seem to really get into those shows. So when they said they’d stop by after the show, we really cracked up! YES, BABE. YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU CALLED IT.

Anyway. So they stopped by and got their mail, and we convinced them to stay and talk to us for five minutes, which turned into an hour. They told us ALL KINDS OF STUFF about our house that we’ve been wondering about, including how to turn off the damned alarm! For five straight months, we’ve been listening to the house alarm beep loudly for 45 seconds every time the front door opens. We couldn’t disarm it without the code, but now that we have it…BLISS! Now when we open the front door, it just goes, “Bee-beep.” Just a nice little beep. Not that intrusive, endless beeping we’ve been tortured by since December! Awesome.

They also told us they left a huge folder in the kitchen drawer with all the home warranties, information about the permits they pulled when they did work on the house, and all the paperwork from the builder – and we never got it! Isn’t that bizarre? Who would toss that out? I’m not sure who to bitch at. I’m guessing a cleaning company came through and cleaned a bunch of stuff out, because this house was EMPTY when we closed on it. The old owners told us they left five gallons of paint in the storage closet for touchups, lots of replacement fence pickets, a skimmer for the pond, the remote that operates the blinds that are way up high, and the key to the gate – and none of that stuff was here. Who would even WANT that crap? Did it just get thrown out? It’s annoying to me.

But I don’t even care about any of it, since we finally have the alarm shut off! Yay! Now, if you come visit me, it won’t feel like you’re breaking in.

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It’s not that I don’t adore the cute little gifts my kindergarteners made for me for Mother’s Day, complete with their little precious handprints. Those are the things I’ll cherish for years to come, really. But if I’m being honest here, my FAVORITE Mother’s Day gift is the one from my husband. First, he watched the kids and cleaned the house while I took a delicious two hour nap. And when I woke up, he handed me this box:

Which had this inside:

I love it! My first Tiffany. Awwwww. Unfortunately, I had to send it with him today so he can take it back and have another link added to the chain, so it won’t look ridiculous on my man-neck. Booooo. But still, I LOVE IT.

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