I missed yesterday. It’s that time of year again.
Apartment inspection. Well, they cloak it under air conditioner cover removal, but we’re inspecting too.
Last year we got inspected 3 times in 6 months. Not just our apartment. The whole complex. If I told you my apartment number you’d say, wow. That’s a big number. That’s what everyone says when I tell them where to address our mail to. It’s 5 digits. That’s our apartment number, not the building number. It’s a huge complex. Stretches down from me 2 miles. It straddles 2 school districts and 2 counties.
I kind of feel for maintenance at inspection time.
So Sunday was spent busting our butt doing deep cleaning, which I swear I just did but they are picky. I told you the other day about the toys and the notorious jalapeño peppers that I will never forget. I forgot to tell about the time that they actually instructed us all on how to use Old English on our cupboards. No other brand but Old English. I asked my neighbors. They got it too. Sorry, the cupboards aren’t that nice. Pledge will do. Thanks!
Last year when the manager came around with maintenance, a rare treat for all of us, she actually ran her finger over my canisters to see if there was grease on them. Just checking she said, because grease attracts little critters. Thanks, I never would have figured that out on my own.
Lucky for me, she wasn’t with them this time. I left a note on the table about the microwave, fridge, and shower. I told them I would be nursing the baby in the master bedroom and to please not go in there. They didn’t read it first. They pounded and pounded and came in and yelled – MAINTENENCE! Ya think? Then they set off the smoke alarms as I was getting Nano and I out of bed. Well, if he wasn’t awake before, he is now. I walked out here to 5 men running in 5 different directions getting things done. And I think one was a newbie because he was being watched over as he removed my cover. It’s real hard to remove 4 bolts. If I would have had a wrench handy, I would have done it for them so they wouldn’t have had to move my futon. I usually do do it every year so I don’t have to move furniture. Pato stole my wrench and it’s in the garage. I wasn’t feeling ambitious enough to walk both the littles out there to find it amongst his crap stuff. My favorite Spanish speaking maintenance man was missing. He is hilarious. He likes to complain about how stupid inspections are when he is in our apartment – in Spanish. He knows Pato and I are the only ones who get that he is ripping on the job, with a smile on his face.
They breezed in and out, removed the air conditioner cover, checked the window quilts to see if they needed rehung, that was that. Didn’t even stop to look in my kids rooms that I meticulously vacuumed and dusted and fought WWIII to have cleaned again. Hello! You are supposed to inspect. It’s what you do. You make my life completely stressed out for a week every couple of months in the summer.
They were mellow. The lady down the hall had made them cookies. Dude, I love you because you fix the dryer when it’s broke, but I don’t love you enough to dirty dishes for while I’m trying to keep the sink completely empty of dishes. Want a cup of coffee? No? That’s good actually. I only made enough for me. Plus, I don’t have anything to make cookies in the house. Plenty of weight loss products though, you know protein shakes, protein bars, lettuce. I don’t think you want a cookie with that.
They were the reason I didn’t blog yesterday. Well, them and The Real Housewives of New Jersey
which I am currently addicted to watching watching for review purposes. I got Season 1 and am through disc 1 and 1/2 of disc two. There’s also a disc 3. Man, I want to be a real housewife. Whatever it is called that I’m doing does not pay as much as being a New Jersey housewife.
Yesterday morning I got up thinking it was 7:15. Got the kids in the shower. My sister called. Looked at my phone. It’s 8. When the heck did it become 8? My alarm clock died somehow. It’s not changing time. Yelling at the kids to hurry in the shower. I ended up driving them plus 2 little girls that also missed the bus to school. Then I came home and chased after the 2 youngest ones all day making sure they didn’t get anything on the floor before our inspection.
Last night I just sat and vegged watching the DVD. I don’t watch TV hardly at all. It was kind of nice just to relax and give myself time to do absolutely nothing.
Went to bed at 4 AM. Pato made me a deal. If I wouldn’t say I’m too tired, he’d get the kids up for school at 7. Ok. Fine. (Such enthusiasm I know.) Couldn’t get Christiano back to sleep until 2. Then he woke up every 15 minutes. (He’s got a cold.) Mood killer I tell you. At 3:45, I noticed the bathroom light go on. Pato. Pato! Whose in the bathroom? What bathroom? Our bathroom you big doof. Katiana has now been scarred for life. Actually, she didn’t mention it this morning so she must not have noticed. Thank God.
Finally get to sleep. Pato wakes me up at 8:35 to tell me the bus hasn’t come yet. The bus hasn’t come or you sent our kids out too late and the bus is gone? He told me Tyler was out there still and I have never seen Tyler miss the bus.
I went out and asked Jordan if the bus has come around yet. School starts at 8:50. No. Haven’t seen it.
I came in and asked Pato what time he sent them out? 8:15 – that’s the same time I send them out.
Called the bus barn. Turns out the bus had come and gone. And she had made 2 trips through the parking lots of the buildings near me because no one was outside yet. Well, dude, the bus isn’t supposed to be there until 8:20. We’re supposed to send them out 5 minutes early. What time did you get there???
Had to drive them to school again this morning. And Tyler. I don’t think my kids should get an unexcused tardy when the bus comes before they wake up. I might be exaggerating, but it did come before it’s normal time.
So now, I have nothing to do. Nothing but get back to The Real Housewives of New Jersey. I was supposed to watch it last weekend, but Pato decided he needed to hook the Wii up for surround sound and didn’t hook the DVD player up to anything. No sound. Yes, I am perfectly capable of moving the entertainment center out and hooking it up…….. if there weren’t so many cords and things plugged in to this and that and I didn’t have this horrible fear of being electrocuted if I mess with Pato’s system.
I do have to figure out what to make for supper. Jordan’s got soccer tonight. They are scrimmaging the team they were supposed to play on Sunday. That ticked me off too. I interrupted my cleaning frenzy to take him to his game at 1. It was raining. The baby was sleeping. We sat in the car. 30 minutes after they started (I couldn’t see the game from my car) Jordan comes running back. I said, you’re done? Yep! What? The ref won’t let us play. Why? The other team forgot their player cards. We won. They tried to scrimmage each other, but the ref broke that up real quick. No cards, no play.
It’s the coach’s job to bring the player cards at this age. If I would have been the parents’ on that time, and I had to drive from the south side of Des Moines down a gravel road to a soccer game in the middle of a cornfield, I would have been ticked.
Oh well. They are scrimmaging tonight – I don’t think the ref knows or he’d probably stop it.
Have a great day!
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