Monday, April 17, 2006
Small Town North Dakota
If it is one thing that my two boys didn't like it is change.
Their whole routine was thrown out of whack and they let us know in no uncertain terms that they didn't like it.
This was exacerbated by the fact that the mortgage company had not completed everything as promised and we had to live out of motel rooms for an additional 3 weeks while they got themselves together.
Two days before we were set to close, they finally did the house appraisal and although originally we had been told that everything would be fine, we were informed that the mortgage was going to be $6400. short of the price we had agreed to.
The stress was beginning to show on us and stretched to the limit as we were, I asked the seller to take back a note for the money telling him I would have it for him in 6 months.
Not knowing me from Adam, I was real happy when he said yes.
Then came the hard part.
I opted to return to Miami by myself where I knew I could get overtime and earn decent money.
My daughter was going to be 1 in Oct and I wanted to be back for that.
It was with a heavy heart that I booked my flight and it was made even worse by the fact that when my husband dropped me off at the airport, my son woke from a nap and started crying when he saw me leaving.
He apparently cried all the way from the airport the 100 and something miles home.
The final straw for me was when I got to security and they searched my bag and myself.
I had bought a new alarm clock and it was in my suitcase.
The young boy saw fit to spread my lingerie all over the counter so I told him to take my alarm clock apart to make sure there was nothing in it.
He told me that wouldn't be necessary.
I informed him loudly that if it was good enough to spread my personables out in open view then it was good enough for him to take the bloody alarm clock apart.
At which point he closed my case and waved me on.
When I saw him upstairs for the body search I was incensed!
The older lady who was with him must have seen the murder in my eyes and took over and it was done with a minimum of fuss.
I have nothing against airport security but, I do against men using it as an excuse to perv.
To cut a long story short, I worked at least 6 twelve hour night shifts a week for the next 13 weeks and had the money paid off.
It took me 3 days to make the drive back to ND.
I arrived exhausted but happy.
That was until I entered the house.
It was not the place I had left.
The boys had torn the wallpaper off the wall in the master bedroom.
They had started dethreading the curtains in the loungeroom.
And dethreaded approx 50% of the carpet in the basement.
My king size bed had been jumped on until the box base had been broken.
I was ticked.
A lot of the wallpaper was still on the floor in the bedroom, so, without further ado, having just driven something like 25oo miles in 3 days, I started cleaning.
My daughter who was going to turn 1 in a couple of days would have nothing to do with me and would cry when I came near her or tried to pick her up.
My eldest son wouldn't let me out of his sight.
And to top it all off, I had discovered when I arrived in Miami, that I was pregnant with our 4th child.
Their whole routine was thrown out of whack and they let us know in no uncertain terms that they didn't like it.
This was exacerbated by the fact that the mortgage company had not completed everything as promised and we had to live out of motel rooms for an additional 3 weeks while they got themselves together.
Two days before we were set to close, they finally did the house appraisal and although originally we had been told that everything would be fine, we were informed that the mortgage was going to be $6400. short of the price we had agreed to.
The stress was beginning to show on us and stretched to the limit as we were, I asked the seller to take back a note for the money telling him I would have it for him in 6 months.
Not knowing me from Adam, I was real happy when he said yes.
Then came the hard part.
I opted to return to Miami by myself where I knew I could get overtime and earn decent money.
My daughter was going to be 1 in Oct and I wanted to be back for that.
It was with a heavy heart that I booked my flight and it was made even worse by the fact that when my husband dropped me off at the airport, my son woke from a nap and started crying when he saw me leaving.
He apparently cried all the way from the airport the 100 and something miles home.
The final straw for me was when I got to security and they searched my bag and myself.
I had bought a new alarm clock and it was in my suitcase.
The young boy saw fit to spread my lingerie all over the counter so I told him to take my alarm clock apart to make sure there was nothing in it.
He told me that wouldn't be necessary.
I informed him loudly that if it was good enough to spread my personables out in open view then it was good enough for him to take the bloody alarm clock apart.
At which point he closed my case and waved me on.
When I saw him upstairs for the body search I was incensed!
The older lady who was with him must have seen the murder in my eyes and took over and it was done with a minimum of fuss.
I have nothing against airport security but, I do against men using it as an excuse to perv.
To cut a long story short, I worked at least 6 twelve hour night shifts a week for the next 13 weeks and had the money paid off.
It took me 3 days to make the drive back to ND.
I arrived exhausted but happy.
That was until I entered the house.
It was not the place I had left.
The boys had torn the wallpaper off the wall in the master bedroom.
They had started dethreading the curtains in the loungeroom.
And dethreaded approx 50% of the carpet in the basement.
My king size bed had been jumped on until the box base had been broken.
I was ticked.
A lot of the wallpaper was still on the floor in the bedroom, so, without further ado, having just driven something like 25oo miles in 3 days, I started cleaning.
My daughter who was going to turn 1 in a couple of days would have nothing to do with me and would cry when I came near her or tried to pick her up.
My eldest son wouldn't let me out of his sight.
And to top it all off, I had discovered when I arrived in Miami, that I was pregnant with our 4th child.
# posted by donna mason @ 4:25 AM 
