I flew out with the boys and my mom, leaving Tony and my step dad behind to drive the car across the country. Air Canada lost Kees’s car seat. That’s right, a car seat. What’s more, they seemed to care very little about this until I told them that if they didn’t find my seat, I would be taking their loaner car seat with me to my destination, 500 km away. Then, lo and behold, the car seat showed up. Hmmm…
After an exhausting day of flying with the boys and adjusting to the time change, Sacha had a night terror that night. It involved screaming as though being attacked by an ax murderer for 45 minutes. Meanwhile, Kees woke up to eat. I grabbed Kees, ran to my mom’s room, told her to change Kees and bring him back to me, then my mom attempted to calm Sacha. It was not pretty. The next morning, my mother-in-law offered to lend me her new Honda Fit to drive into town and get a Starbucks, just to give me some time to myself. I was hesitant, but I did it. I pull into the parking lot and PSSHHHHHH: the front tire of the car blew out. That’s right, I blew the front tire. Of my in-laws new car. Farking heck.
We are now reunited as a family, so the nights are better (for me), but our movers have been delayed by a few days, so we have to wait longer to get into our new house. In the meantime, we are staying with my parents. Our cat, who had taken possession of the new vacant house, went into total freak-out mode and cowered in a corner for 24 hours, refusing to eat, poop, pee, or meow. Did I mention he was also losing hair? Fortunately, my grandmother offered to babysit him at her house until we are settled. I don’t know if she realizes that may be a few weeks and a few pounds of cat hair.
Of course, we will all be separated again next week when Tony has to go away for training for his new job. He will be away for 2 weeks (home on the weekend) so setting up the house by myself when the movers arrive should be super-duper. Especially since I will be so rested from the shitastic blissful sleep I’ll be getting.
And now, my disrecommendation for the day: Telus. Telus sucks. We called them over 2 months ago to get our phone service set up. We booked the appointment for today. I called them last night to confirm and asked that they call me at my mom’s before they showed up, seeing how the house is vacant and I would have to go let them in. They were hunky dory with that.
So today rolls around. No phone call. Nothing. I’m waiting around the house ALL DAMN DAY with an almost-two-year-old who desperately wants to go to the park. I call Telus at 4:30 pm asking what is going on. She tells me that there is no reason why our service won’t be hooked up today, but that it may take until 8:00 pm. If they don’t show up, she tells me to call at 7:30 am tomorrow morning to get it sorted out. Cheese and rice! It is now 9:26 pm. I still have no phone. I guess I will be hanging around the house all damn day tomorrow, too.
I highly disrecommend Telus. I also highly disrecommend moving with small children across the country.
To cope with these irritants, I highly recommend Starbucks Cream Liqueur.
That is all. Over and out.