Yesterday was like a Monday on crack, all day. Way too much to do, and I could hardly catch my breath. It's going to take some time to get used to a summer schedule.
A friend of mine posted on Facebook about some noisy neighbors. She is recently divorced and living in an apartment for the first time in years with her daughters. That's the bad part about apartments, neighbors who will.not.shut.up. I lived in apartments for twenty years.
She posted about her upstairs neighbors making whoopee in the room directly over hers and screaming and carrying on. I told her to do what I did when that happened to me some years ago. Get a broom and bang on your ceiling. I think I also shouted "SHUT UP OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!!" That ruined their mood. I didn't care. Losing sleep makes me really cranky. If they are not going to be considerate about noise, why should I?
The nice thing about living in an apartment is that if something needs to be fixed, you can pick up the phone and call the office, and it gets fixed. That was also true in my condo, for things on the outside of the building. Inside, I had to pay to fix it. It was still less expensive than a house. I couldn't garden, though, which I will miss whenever I move back to the condo. [Right now it's rented]
I was tickled the other day when my friend Paul came over and I was able to give him some baby zucchinis and cukes form my garden. It's not even June! I hope the rain keeps up. Here in Atlanta, we sometimes get Hurricane Rain, without the high winds and need to evacuate like our friends on the coast. We also have sort of bizarre weather, though, as in today it's supposed to be 92, and Friday the high is supposed to be 78, with 60% chance of rain. Huh?!
Michael stayed home all day yesterday and didn't go to the pool or hang out with his friends. He feels very self-conscious about his acne, is the main reason, I am pretty sure. I've taken him to the dermatologist and he's on medication. I'm doing what I can. He's just really unhappy, still, that there was no miracle cure. I do not know what to do about it. Nothing I say helps him feel better.
A friend of mine at work who has a 20 year old son said "Dee, it's just hormones. a 15-16 year old boy is just filled with hormones and they are moody as hell." I asked her how long she thought he would be like this and she said "Four years."
ACK!
I saw a great post on Facebook and posted it to Michael's wall: You are not happy because all is well. All is well because you are happy.
Happiness is a CHOICE. I firmly believe that. I just wish I could convince my son of it...
