Blergh

I've never been in this situation before, so I'm going to throw this out to people:

After Mom got twitchy towards our landlady (always make sure to medicate your parents, kids) I took the phone and had a small chat for the nineteenth time about the backyard area. LL keeps wanting to put pine straw down after husband weed whacks things. Mom keeps saying no, we'd like grass down because it'll look better and the dogs will enjoy it more. I emailed her sometime prior to this with the reasoning stated above so... I'm a bit perplexed why she keeps blanking on it, but whatever.

Husband is coming to weed whack tomorrow. Probably. I say probably because he was supposed to do this last weekend, so really, I'm with Mom on being annoyed at this. It's not like he hasn't stopped by four times in the last week. Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday... Seriously, Saturday it would have been possible and in fact preferable to do it since the problem now is that there's stuff on the grassy area. Y'know, since we emptied out a house and all. :P


Anyway. That's not the big issue. It's vexing, but all we have to do is clear off the grassy area, have him 'whack it and then assemble things better than they were.

Nope, my concern is that at the end of the conversation she asked, "So when are you moving your furniture in?" and made it kind of clear that she'd expected it to be all inside and moved in and kind of pretty now and not a sea of boxes. I'll admit that some of this is me probably projecting my own "damn boxes!" onto the conversation at hand... but it still came across as "why aren't you moved in properly yet?" despite the fact that y'know, it's been less than a week since we actually began moving in or *could* start moving in.


And this afternoon's jaunt to the Post Office yielded a $26 charge for a key to our mailbox because either the previous people didn't use the box OR they took the key with them. Why the hell do I have to pay that fee? *grumble*


I'm putting this here so I can feel doubly accomplished when it gets done, but my weekend plans are:

Saturday:
have the boy(s) finish moving everything off the grassy area for the whacking.
kill time on the computer during the planned maintenance. Maybe I'll catch up on The Fosters?
shower
work
sleeeeeeeeeep


Sunday/Monday:
Have the older boy assemble bed
Start to move furniture in room to where I think it should belong
find Bob
put computer on Bob properly after moving Bob
find empty boxes and slay them
check with Mums on the state of various things I think should/will be/could be thrown out on Tuesday.
Find out when the hell recycling day is.