I have had a subtle fear of blogging lately. A.) I have no filter. B.) People are so nosey [I guess I can’t complain- I am putting my personal shit on the internet]. C.) For once in my life, I find that hiding emotions is much easier than letting everyone know.
I’m not going to talk about the one thing that everyone wants to know about and has been questing me about. Go watch The Hills or something; I assure you there will be enough drama there to keep you entertained… for a while at least.
But I will talk of my new living arrangements. I’m living with a girl I work with, Jessica. So far, so good. I moved in Friday. We’ve had no blow-outs or arguments over where things belong (although I did get hair dye on the rug. I’ve only lived with men my whole life and hair dye on the rug has never been an issue. With a women, it is. I have to get use to these things).
I’m living in a basement. I call it my dungeon. Dungeon sounds better than basement. Basement sounds lonely. I suppose dungeon does too, but in a cool way.
Landon has his own room- which Drew and I are completely sharing time with him. We have it planned out nicely. Only thing- I’m in the basement, Landon is on the second floor of the condo. So we have a whole level of a house dividing us. (Remember the baby monitors that I got for the babyshower and told everyone I’d never use. Well, thank you Aunt Marlene for purchasing those.) Also, I have a level of a house diving me and my roommate. At first, I found this to be awesome, until I just had a simple question and realized I couldn’t yet upstairs and ask. I had to walk up two flights of stairs. The shower is also on that level with them. I feel like at the end of this living arrangement, my legs will very nice.
Also, I have no bathroom downstairs with me. I have no sink to wash my hands. I do have a washer and dryer but I don’t know how she’d feel about me using the washer as a sink for my hands. Long story short, I’m walking a lot more lately. (Yes doctor that told me I had high blood pressure and I need to start working out more, I am fully cooperating!)
Everyone gasp- Drew helped me move out. In a nice way too. Like, he didn’t take the box that had fragile written on it and throw it down the stairs. It’s completely surprised me that people are in shock that we’re so civil. I thought someone would see a good thing in that. Well people, we do have a child. At some point, we knew we were going to have to get along for the sake of Landon. So that’s we did/we’re doing.
It’s hard. Will I ask for a pity party? No. Will I ask for a gallon of ice cream every once in a while? Sure. This was a long time coming event, but it doesn’t make it any easier, on anyone. There are a lot of things I miss already. Things that I’m struggling to adjust to. But everything comes in time. Right now, we’re working on things and focusing on what is most important: Landon.
So far, so good.
I’m not going to talk about the one thing that everyone wants to know about and has been questing me about. Go watch The Hills or something; I assure you there will be enough drama there to keep you entertained… for a while at least.
But I will talk of my new living arrangements. I’m living with a girl I work with, Jessica. So far, so good. I moved in Friday. We’ve had no blow-outs or arguments over where things belong (although I did get hair dye on the rug. I’ve only lived with men my whole life and hair dye on the rug has never been an issue. With a women, it is. I have to get use to these things).
I’m living in a basement. I call it my dungeon. Dungeon sounds better than basement. Basement sounds lonely. I suppose dungeon does too, but in a cool way.
Landon has his own room- which Drew and I are completely sharing time with him. We have it planned out nicely. Only thing- I’m in the basement, Landon is on the second floor of the condo. So we have a whole level of a house dividing us. (Remember the baby monitors that I got for the babyshower and told everyone I’d never use. Well, thank you Aunt Marlene for purchasing those.) Also, I have a level of a house diving me and my roommate. At first, I found this to be awesome, until I just had a simple question and realized I couldn’t yet upstairs and ask. I had to walk up two flights of stairs. The shower is also on that level with them. I feel like at the end of this living arrangement, my legs will very nice.
Also, I have no bathroom downstairs with me. I have no sink to wash my hands. I do have a washer and dryer but I don’t know how she’d feel about me using the washer as a sink for my hands. Long story short, I’m walking a lot more lately. (Yes doctor that told me I had high blood pressure and I need to start working out more, I am fully cooperating!)
Everyone gasp- Drew helped me move out. In a nice way too. Like, he didn’t take the box that had fragile written on it and throw it down the stairs. It’s completely surprised me that people are in shock that we’re so civil. I thought someone would see a good thing in that. Well people, we do have a child. At some point, we knew we were going to have to get along for the sake of Landon. So that’s we did/we’re doing.
It’s hard. Will I ask for a pity party? No. Will I ask for a gallon of ice cream every once in a while? Sure. This was a long time coming event, but it doesn’t make it any easier, on anyone. There are a lot of things I miss already. Things that I’m struggling to adjust to. But everything comes in time. Right now, we’re working on things and focusing on what is most important: Landon.
So far, so good.
Hi sweetie. I'm sorry to hear about you and Drew. I don't know the story, but I just want to say to keep your head up and be strong. For the sake of that sweet baby of yours. Being civil is so important when it comes to parenting. If you need anything at all, just holler :)
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