My grandparents are amazing. They decided on Thursday afternoon that it would be fun to fly in and help us with our "design center" appointment on Friday. They bought tickets on Thursday night and flew in at the crack of dawn on Friday morning. How cool is that!?
We picked out some pretty rad stuff:
granite tile counter tops
18" ceramic tile for the floors in the living area, kitchen, and master bath
stainless steel appliances
soft fuzzy carpet for the bedrooms
I'm pretty excited about our brand-spankin-new house.
But....we have to wait until March. For now...we are packing all our mumbo jumbo and moving into the wonderful grandparents house.
There are literally boxes and piles surrounding me right this second. I can't wait to get out of this mess.
By the way...a chiropractor my mom works for offered me a job. I told him ok and then I went home and cried. I had already committed to painting his bathroom yesterday so I showed up in my paint jeans and painted his bathroom and then basically said "Thanks for the job, but no thanks". Today he called my mom and asked what he did to scare me away. He didn't scare me away. I just went home and had one of those meltdowns I have talked about before. Here's why:
I am a full time student and I really need to focus on school. Like for real. I'm taking responsibility for the fact that I have been slacking big time. I would RATHER work than do school, but that's the problem. When I have a job I put all of my effort into it and neglect my school work. I also just spent a pretty penny on a new spray tan machine and have been planning on putting effort into making money doing spray tans. AND we are moving. TWICE. Plus, if we are being honest, the hubs is going to start traveling again for work and I really like going with him. The reason I accepted the job in the first place is because I didn't want to act like a spoiled little kept woman when in reality we could use some extra money.
Now my mom calls me and tells me the guy really wants me to work for him, so what would it take? I told her $15/hr and she laughed at me. Now I'm second guessing myself. I'm worried that even though working today sounds like hell, I might be regretting this decision in a few weeks. Should I take a job for $10/hr. when I was making $13/hr before? Is it worth my stress?
Enough about my dilemma. I need to call the maintenance guy to fix my sink and get some homework done for once.
Summary: I dig my grandparents. Anyone want to help me pack? I want my boo to come home so I can talk to him about this job. I'm going to make some business cards for spray tanning today.
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