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As we all know, things tend to all happen at once. You have nothing planned for the weekend, then you get 3 offers to do something. No matter how well you plan, there's always a time in each of our lives when too many happens at the same time. We are going through one of those phases. Oh, I'm not complaining, but I can't wait for the day when things get back to "normal". I'm realising that I do enjoy my quiet little life. I do enjoy my peace and quiet. I like my routine. Call me whatever, but there are some things that should be kept "stable". I'm not enjoying this "too many pieces moving at the same time" thing we are currently going through. Between the move, the MIL's condition, Hubby looking for a new contract, it's a bit much...

This past week I spent it hunting for a notary for my in-laws (they need to get their wills in order), trying to do some work for my clients, get our move organised and packed, make sure the builder is doing what we paid for, throw in a day where I felt like crap due to digestive problems and a day without my car because it sounded like somebody was hiding under it wacking spoons or something and now you have an idea of how things went. The worst part about my car is that as soon as I left the mechanic's lot I could hear that rattling again, worst than before I brought it in. They had the balls to charge me over $200 and it was still making noise! I don't think so! I brought it back in the next morning, feeling like somebody should be pinching my nipples (read this, if you don't know what I mean)! They fixed it, or at least the noise stopped. After the garage I made my way to the notary’s office for the sale of our house, to find out that a few years ago when we re-financed our mortgage, the previous mortgage company never issued a receipt so we had to pay an extra $600 to do so. Fuckers! One more experience we will tag as a “first time home owner learning experience”.

Yesterday afternoon I decided to organize a little get together for my MIL’s 64th birthday. Since this was going to be her last birthday with us I wanted her to be surrounded with her loved ones one last time. I say “one last time” because we see that’s she is going fast… A few more weeks max. I called her brother, who lives one hour away from here; her sister, who actually lives 8 hours away but who’s in town at the moment. We all met at the hospital for some bubbly and birthday cake.

We made our way to the hospital with 12 beautiful roses from the same florist who has been serving us for many years. As we were leaving she told Hubby that once the roses were wilted to come back and she would replace them, her gift to his mother. Now, that is one sweet gesture. There are still good people out there… despite the morons we encounter daily. My MIL was so happy. A few times she got teary eyes, but overall we could see that despite her awareness of her situation, she was happy to be with her family.

From the hospital we made our way to the condo. In 5 freakin’ days we are moving! The wooden floor was partially put down. Some of the things that weren’t right are still that way. NOT GOOD. Things have been pending long enough. We want to see certain things done as per our specification before we move in. Since Monday is a legal holiday here, they will have only 2, that’s right, two days left to fix everything! We will be meeting the project manager next week to have a "little" chat!

Someone told me last week that I looked a little stressed or distracted. Really? Hummm, don’t know why. It’s not like there’s anything going on in my life to make me stress…

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