Damn, is it the full moon yet?

I can't get into all the details because I'll just annoy the living shit out of you. SBC can't hook up our phones because they couldn't figure out how to get the line from the basement phone room into the apartment, so we still have no home phone. I called the landlord about having SBC re-wire the apartment, and he authorized it financially but was a jerk on the phone to me.

We also have no shower, since DH removed the crusty, non-working showerhead, and the new one I bought doesn't fit the ancient pipes. The majority of outlets are two-pronged, not three, so we can't plug in an air conditioner -- of course, between DH concussing himself on Saturday and then totally wiping out and destroying his shoulder last night blading home, he can't lift a damned AC unit anyway.

So we still need to fix the shower (I showered at work today, in the women's locker room), and we need to replace a few outlets pretty soon, since it's going back up to the 90s by the end of the week.

Oh, and we've spent all our money on movers and household stuff, so I can't purchase anything other than milk or gas until Friday's payday, when I'll hand over my check to the nanny anyway.

On the upside, I managed to assemble the train table, unpack three wardrobes and five medium boxes, and arrange stuff in the bathroom so when we can shower, we'll have towels and toiletries. I also put in the kids' stereo and clock, which prompted Jacob to thank me profusely for "helping the family." I was unpacking books in the dining room when the kids were supposed to be sleeping last night, and I heard them chatting and playing.

"Do you guys think I can't hear you out here?" I called. "Seriously, do you think I'm stupid? Go to sleep, you two!"

From the top bunk, Jake called out to me. "Mommy, you're NOT stupid! You're helping the family!"


So, how are you?