Crochet Me Crazy

Sigh...is there no relief?? So today I find out that my son got fired from his job. Okay...not completely his fault but surely his smart mnouth didn't help matters any. I'm very stressed because he was going to pay us rent to rent the cabin on the property where we are moving. He needs to find another job-- and soon!!

Next, I met the girlfriends little 2 year old son today. Oh, I don't think I ever mentioned that I met the girlfriend last week. She's actually seems like a very nice person. A very happy sort of person. Anyway....tonight I get home from taking Alison to dance and my son is babysitting! My son. Babysitting. A 2 year old. The little kid is attached to Michael like glue. We're all sitting there watching American Idol and I smell something. I look at Michael and I say..."Michael, is he potty trained?" He says NO. I said I think he has a poopy...you're going to have to change a poopy! Michael tells me..."You're going to have to show me how...I don't know how to change a diaper." So I had to show my 19 year old son how to change a diaper!!! This is not happening to me.

Jeff talked to the owner's of the house...they aren't quite finished moving stuff out of the house. They said maybe by the 15th. I got to go inside the house though. I hadn't even seen the inside of the house except for looking through the windows because it was always locked. It's really big! It's a 3 bedroom and it's bigger than my old house in Houston. We're not goin to know what to do with so much space! Gracie is going to have a nice big area too.

So the plan was to take a picture of my afghan tonight but that's not happening. Sorry sister...try to do that tomorrow!