So, we have an apartment.
I wanted an house and we both LOVED the house we went to see on Sunday but for right now, we have a 3 bedroom apartment with over 1300 sq/feet.
The place has 9 or 10 ft ceilings and has TONS of space. Hell, I’m just happy that Oliver will have his own room.
We’re getting a $1000/month apartment for under $800/month after a shit ton of discounts. It comes with Brink’s Home Security for free, valet trash service 5 days a week and there’s a kick-ass Montessori pre-school literally right across the street.
Tucker’s first day went well. He has his own office.
I feel bad for him since he’s stuck in an empty apartment but that’s a hell of a lot better than sleeping on someone’s couch.
Cara is taking this whole thing really bad. Like REALLY bad. She didn’t want to leave her dad at the new place and once we got home last night [about 10:30pm] she screamed in her room for her dad until 1am.
She woke up in an awesome mood and she and Ollie stayed with my mom for about an hour while I ran around and got paperwork done for the move. Cara fell asleep in my lap at 4:45 this afternoon. Very, very unusual for her. I don’t know if she’s getting sick or if everything is just getting to her or what but she’s still asleep and it’s almost 10pm.
I had an interesting realization on the drive home last night: Cara is the extact age that I was when my parents’ got a divorce. That realization shook me. It’s hard enough trying to explain to her why Daddy has to stay in Alabama while Ollie, Cara and Mommy have to go back to Arkansas. I can’t imagine trying to explain to her why Daddy doesn’t live with us anylonger.
Enough of that depressing shit.