my new spot
So...I never said what happened the next morning. Remember we lived through the night?
Remember I hurt my back and couldn't stand up?
I very distinctly remember telling my kids that EVERYONE is a stranger and they shouldn't answer the door no matter what because I literally could not get up much less move.
So of course when someone knocks they answer the door. My bed is right next to the front door and the kids are yelling "MOM someone is here for you". AAAAHHHHH!!!!! It made me mad. I could not move to get dressed so I was wearing a nightgown, making yelling pain sounds as I tried to get off my bed and come shuffling out of my room. It's like five steps away. If you've never really hurt your back you will not understand and just think I am dumb. If you have then you know...YOU KNOW!
I come out looking like I rolled out of a dumpster, except I was clean and smelled like lavender lotion. But if you've seen my real hair which is a fro, then you know. I was covered in huge bruises from moving and had black circles under my eyes. My kids were chowing down on the cereal. It was lunch time after all.
It was the neighbors two doors down coming to say hi, dressed all nice from church. I promised them that we do not normally look like this. I don't know if they believe me or not considering the house I just moved into. They were so nice though. They seemed concerned and asked if they could take the kids to their house to play so I could rest. UUHhh....yeah they don't know me. Ha! I have known you for ten minutes. But it was super nice of them to even care enough to offer. The whole time the kids are interrupting telling them we don't have any food, we don't have any money, we don't have anything, we have roaches, can we go to their house? SSHHH! We live in this house they know we are poor. We had a nice little talk about answering the door and interrupting and sharing personal information that is embarrassing and you just don't tell people. Well, it probably wasn't a very nice conversation. I went back to bed and I have no idea what the kids did. Then they show up again at dinner time with dinner for us. And then I get a call from the RS president checking to see if we are ok. Ha. I explained, I think she believed me, maybe.
The next day more of the same, me stuck in bed in pain. Brittany brought us dinner and watched my kids for me, but I have known her for like 11 years. It paid off because I was slowly able to get up that afternoon.
Then I got in the car to go turn on the hot water and the van battery was dead, I mean dead. So Brittany's Wes came and saved me by spending forever digging my battery out of the car, it was a pain and picking up a new one for me. Hot water or a working car? We had to forego the hot water because we were leaving the next morning to go to Mesa for the kids to see Ric.
So this is pretty much how things have gone so far. I had a completely unrealistic picture in my mind of moving and things being peaceful and relaxed and falling into place. Next the poo hit the fan and still is. I will spare you.
