Dawn Brocco's Life & Design Blog

I guess my life wasn't full enough! with my business, handling 95% of the cleaning for and putting up with the showings, caring for pet who's on 2 meds, and running this household, including being in charge of the finances and bills.

Lucky me, but he'd be in a permanent depression if he had to constantly deal with our income vs the BILLS. For me, it's just an exasperatingly constant source of a headache - because I get angry. But at least the anger will always keep me from feeling overwhelmed and getting depressed.

Now add to that list, trying to make heads or tails of the non-stop piles of hubby's pita new dental and health insurance paperwork, thanks to ALL the visits he has been making to physical therapy, the pain center, and, now, add the dentist. I'm glad I have a strong heart, because his dentist bill nearly had me hitting the roof.

As I'm left paying the bills, I want to know, before I write the checks, the whys of all the extra charges and bills we're getting, when he's already given this person and that person his co-pays. Except he's hardly around to sit down and muck through the mess with me. The last time we did it, it took nearly an hour, and left us both exasperated, confused and worn out, tho we did finally figure it out.

But they keep coming, because he keeps going. So, I give up, I don't want to know anymore. I'm just gonna write the checks, when I can.

I spent time yesterday and Thursday cleaning these 3 carpets again. I'll do the darn laundry, and the hand washing and the dishes and prep the house tomorrow for the showing, on Sunday. But in between these interruptions, I don't want to know nothing. I'm going into my office and I'm gonna work, dammit. The sky could fall, and all I'm likely to say is, "what pretty colors." I wish there was a door on my office, but there isn't - it's like working in one of those cubicles - no peace and quiet.

Another thing to add to the *next house* list - I don't want my office/shipping/design center anywhere near the kitchen or the door to the basement. I don't want to be in sight of, or earshot of, the beloved coming and going all the time, and it *is* all the time. Or at the very least, I want a door, upon which I can put an "I'm working right now" sign, and not be bothered.

OR - If we're lucky enough to find a house with a (workable) 3-car garage with a (workable) loft space above to hold all his tools, parts and supplies (instead of in the basement), he wouldn't be coming and going a gazillion times a day - he'd have a base of operations for all the things he does. That's infinitely better.

Problem is there's only been one, ONE such house on the Cape, in our ever-shrinking price range (thanks to this buyer market), and it's no longer on the market. Like us, I think they just threw up their hands and gave up. And I completely understand wanting to give up, and say, "That's it, I've had it up to here." And I have, many times over. But giving up isn't an option, so we continue to test our levels of Patience and Fortitude.

P&F further tested by the question I posed to one of my agents 2 days ago, and for which I've yet to receive a response. And then the company from whom I'm waiting on 2 unpaid invoices. We were at one unpaid invoice for over a month, now we're up to 2. I love it when others make my life difficult. Mercury goes direct today - thank goodness. Enough is enough. Let's get some forward movement happening here!
Onward.