And it's hitting me that I'm moving in about 3.5 weeks. And we have to not only fit in a Labor Day camping trip, but DH is OOT Sun-Thu next week.
Also, we need to decide on a new daycare for DefConn. DH went and toured 2 yesterday. He liked both. I couldn't even look at the paperwork last night because it made me want to cry. And my sitter just asked DefConn's last day and I'm actually crying now. Ughhh...this part totally sucks.
We have to go sit down with our finance guy tonight to sign some paperwork. DH and this guy grew up together, so I'm sure there's going to be plenty of reminiscing going on. Ha.
In gossip news, my neighbor on the other side (not the crazy one...well she's crazy for other reasons) is getting a giant side-eye from me. She's twice divorced (divorce #2 was final in May of this year). She had a kid with each of her ex-husbands. She's dating a guy with 4 kids by 4 different women. He's there every night, but she swears he hasn't moved in. But the kicker is, I went over to ask her if her older son (the kiddo's BFF) could come with us for our Labor Day camping trip. Her BF said that HER SON already ASKED HIM for permission to go and SHE is basically deferring to HIM to make the decision for HER KID. I'm glad I had my sunglasses on because they would have seen my eyes pop right out of my head. Four men, yo. Four fucking men (and women). I feel bad for her older kid when we move. My H has been one of the only consistent and postive male influences in that kid's life.