Yesterday I had William work on his disastrous room for awhile. It's a room he shares with Henry, but the mess was pretty much ALL HIS. I set what I considered reasonable goals: "I need to be able to walk to your bureau to put away your laundry, and I'd like to be able to walk to your closet to get out your next-size-up clothes." I was so pleased with the results: he made a large difference, bringing his room from "It looks like people stood in the doorway and threw trash into this room" to "This is a messy child's room."
Then I emptied his trash can. There were BOOKS in there. COINS. Clothespins and combs and hangers and SOCKS. It was not QUITE that he just picked up everything indiscriminately and put it into the trash, but it was CLOSE to that.
I had a dream the night before last that I had a romantic fling with a friend's husband. This dream is sticking with me in two ways: (1) I feel stressed, as if I DID have a fling or had at least thought about one; (2) he seems cuter to me now.
A month ago there was a fraudulent charge on our credit card, and the credit card company closed our account. It was a big mess: we had things set up to auto-pay, and we had things where we'd authorized a charge but the payment hadn't been charged yet, and we had returns in the mail, and we had things we hadn't even remembered were set up to automatically renew/charge, and so forth. We still don't have it straightened out, since some of our auto-pay things (1) wouldn't let us change the card but then (2) automatically took off the auto-pay when it hit a non-useable credit card number and (3) didn't say so, so we got these "PAST DUE PLEASE PAY NOW OR ACTION WILL BE TAKEN" notices. Because when a card doesn't work, it's obvious that a customer who has paid early every month for ten years has turned to a life of crime.
This morning the credit card company called AGAIN, to say there's been ANOTHER fraudulent charge and they were closing our account AGAIN. I started CRYING to the guy on the phone, because it's just so DISCOURAGING and so FRUSTRATING. I asked whether there was any OTHER option---do we really have to do this AGAIN? Sorry, no other option. I asked how we could prevent this, and he said by only using the card with companies we trust. ORLY. Thanks for the HOT TIP. I'll stop giving it to any old place that asks me for it, then! Well, but it wasn't that bad: he did say it in the context of "That's all I can say, because it's not a question even I, a credit card fraud specialist, can answer." He was sympathetic, but what I wanted was something more like "Here is the answer: don't use it for Company X anymore, because they have a bad employee who's stealing card numbers."
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...