My recycling allowables list explicitly says no batteries. Someone left a car battery *beside* the dumpster for a week. Not sure what happened to it.
So I handled all my mail. Opened, filed, shredded, logged in and discontinued, the whole deal. It has added in no way to the mess of my apartment. This is sadly very rare, and I'm still playing catchup in the worst way. I have a huge bag of "to shred" and a smaller bag of "to file."
I also need to use that laundry groupon Kat tipped me off to. Gotta sort through the stuff that I don't want to wash myself.
Every time I get up to do anything, I make sure to put something away or tidy something. This shit will get done, I swear.
Where do I hang the NZ print? And what space do I leave for the Jamaican print my mother gave me for Christmas? That's still in my car, unframed, because I kinda suck...
In "we are parents of the year!" news, we trained all the kids to fend for themselves after the age of four or so, at least before nine on a weekend, when we didn't have a baseball game or something else to do. Left the cereal where they could get at it, taught them how to work the remote, and got to sleep a little bit on weekends.
We take our sleep pretty seriously. And no children were harmed! But none of them were really early risers anyway. I think 7:30 is usually the earliest now for Sara, and she's more than happy to amuse herself till nine.
I was a wackadoo early to bed, early to rise child -- like, my parents never had to give me a bedtime, and I generally woke up before sunrise. So the rule was that I had to stay in my room until my parents' alarm went off at 7 on weekdays. (I don't remember what the story was on the weekends.)
HKF responded to our statement that weekends should be different with a Maggie Smith / Downton Abbey "What is a... 'week-end'?" look.
Have you looked here
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Yeah, remember on Friday I was all about emigrating to Berlin? Today, mr. flea got a rejection email about that job, and an email inviting him on a second interview in Dublin with IBM (which presumably knows how to move people internationally, at least). I hate the job-search rollercoaster.
Well, yay second interview, flea? Dublin would have the advantage also of being able to speak the language (at least mostly)! :)
Smonster's suggestion found me a place near here, -t, but thanks.
