It's all about the Couch

My mother just got a new couch in her Family Room. And her old couch is sitting in her garage, waiting for a ride to our house, where it will come replace the futon in our living room.

But it's not waiting patiently. Oh, no, this was my mother's couch, after all, and patience is next to impossible. This couch needs to call in every three days or so, asking when it will come live with us. This couch needs to be out of my parents garage - presumably because Connecticut gets way more snow in May than Massachusetts does.

In the mean time, my husband is once again NOT home tonight - his meeting that was supposed to start at 5:00 for only about 45 minutes is still going on at 9:51. And he leaves for Albany tomorrow...through late Friday...and then is planning to spend Saturday in Worcester cleaning out the rental units (rather than taking Sam rock climbing, per suggestion of Sam's therapist).

Between the *(^ couch, my mother hanging up on me because I can't tell her exactly when I could find a babysitter long enough to drive down and back (4 hours round trip) in a vehicle large enough to carry a couch, and my husband...oh, and Sofia, who took an hour and a half to go to sleep...I'm a little annoyed, and any good mood I had from yesterday is starting to dissipate.

But thanks for "listening"! Knowing you all are out there really does help.