Today looked the best, weather-wise, and it was. So I drove back from Virginia. I'm at Catie's today in Dayton then I'll go to the apartment in Cinci tomorrow and maybe do two trips. I was planning on staying at Catie's tomorrow night, too. The fact that my stuff is still split between two places is bugging me.
I have to pack for the flight to Minneapolis but I did laundry at home when I visited and now everything is folded in bags, but I don't know if I want to take all my clothes over to the apartment (after all, at the least I will stay there the first night Cori and I get in--maybe Wednesday or Thursday--and I'll need something there) or keep it at Catie's until Cori gets in. I might just move everything over... I'm going to be at the apartment Monday, too, so I can sort through stuff then. Actually, now that I think about it, yeah, I'm already mostly packed so anything else I bring I can do Monday before leaving.
My flight doesn't leave until just after 8 PM and I'm planning to drive to the apartment between 11 and noon, so that will leave me plenty of time to go through my clothes. I just kind of want everything except furniture and my fish (since Catie will feed him while I'm gone) to be at the apartment and situated before Cori gets in.
I had a weird dream that Cori and I had a welcome party at the apartment and all these relatives of mine from Wisconsin came. It was odd. But the apartment was lovely, it wasn't packed with furniture but it was nice and cozy and inviting. We didn't have enough seating spaces but it was okay--4 dining chairs, a lounge chair, a futon, and two IKEA stools, heh.
Mom and I went to pick up some extra things a few days ago... a dishwashing bin (and a second for my bras, since I'm going to handwash them since the apartment washer has an agitator and my bras aren't cheap), a drying rack, a shower curtain and liner, some area rugs, and I brought a bunch of the more "decorative" stuff from my room (which I had decorated since 2008) like vases of lighted flowers, wall art, things of that nature. Basically it's the stuff that will make the apartment "homey" but things I didn't bring originally because I didn't know if we'd be in an apartment that was the size of a closet, or an apartment that allowed us to stretch our legs.
I'm scared and excited. Cori and I both need to find jobs, but... I'm sure we'll find something. Dad is going to help us financially indefinitely. I hope to someday get to a point where he won't need to help us, but for now it's a godsend. Maybe between the two of us we can make enough money for rent and then we can sock away what dad will give us (which he said we could do, he isn't going to stop helping us once we get jobs--I told him he didn't have to keep doing it, but he says he's finally paying me back for college... his words, not mine, I was more than grateful he paid what he did even if it wasn't as much as what he did for my older brother). But yeah, internet, electricity, rent, gas, food... blah. Honestly even if Cori and I can net $1000 a month between us, that'd be awesome. Hopefully it's more, but... I only have "retail" experience (even if it's office supervisor experience, but in retail) and he has a lot of group home experience but he'll be in grad school... ugh. Even at $10/hour (if we're even that lucky, who says a college degree pays more), a full time job would only gross $1600/month and I'm sure after taxes that's maybe $1000-1100. I mean, we could survive on that, certainly. I'm not trying to sound haughty. But when the rent is almost $700 and neither of us are in a field that will net us a lot of pay... ah well. We will do what we can to make it all work.
In other news, I'm pretty sure I gained at least 5 pounds at home. All that home cooking LOL And it was my own fault because I wasn't watching what I was eating. Already I've come to appreciate the bounty of my mom's pantry and kitchen so I took advantage while I was home hehe.
Last but not least... I'm such a pushover. I'm a big believer in letting children cry themselves to sleep (that sounds awful but you probably know what I mean). Last night the parents and I babysat my 1 and 3 year old nieces. The younger one, Maggie, is a very happy baby who goes out in 5 seconds flat when it's time to sleep. The older one, Julie, well...
It was 8:20 and I told her she had 10 minutes before getting ready for bed. Mom also asked if she wanted to take a shower and Julie three times said no. So when it was time to go potty and brush teeth and change into PJs, she was upset the whole time, crying for mommy and not wanting to go to bed but not shedding tears. So when we put her in the crib after reading a couple stories, she claims she is sweaty and wants a shower (stall tactics). We say good night and she screams and cries unintelligibly for a good ten minutes and I'm downstairs just thinking, "Let her stop, let her stop..." then suddenly she changes her tune, and starts yelling "Aunt Rachel ! Aunt Rachel ! Raaaaachhhheeelllll !" and she sounded so sad I am SUCH a pushover, so mom said, "Look, you won't see her much anymore so just take her a sippy cup of water and see if she calms down."
I realize going in can either rile her up again or let her "win" but I felt it was important. So I went up, she immediately stopped and I talked with her for a minute, giving her water and telling her we are right downstairs and she's not alone and she's a big girl and big girls don't cry and scream unless something is wrong. And I said, "So you don't yell unless you feel sick or something is scaring you, okay ?" And she said, "Okay." And I said, "Big girls don't scream when it's bedtime, right ?" And she said, "Right. I'm sorry, Rachie." And I rubbed her back and said, "It's okay, you just go to sleep now, okay ?" And she nodded and I swear in 10 seconds she was out.
Mom thought I threatened her XD
~Rach
P.S. I hate Catie's dogs. Or really, one in particular. I'm not going to miss them. I was barely to the front door, listening to their incessant almost maniacal yippy barking, and remembering my quiet little sweet Evie and feeling very tired of their bad behavior indeed.
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