I hate waking in the morning with a flip-floppy tummy. This morning it's because of the house payment. It's going up. It's adjusting up. I don't think we'll qualify for government assistance because we don't have a "clean" payment history. That stinks. We'll be ok, just more stress on my already stressed out husband. I'm calling today to see if there is anything we can do. Tax time will save us, if we can just hang on until then. I'm hoping since Neall's company is a smallish one that their tax paperwork is out BEFORE the stroke of midnight on the 31st of January. I'm hoping they're more together than that. We can file as soon as we have that paperwork and have a refund in a week. Not too shabby. Perhaps I can fend off the mortgage company that long. At least then we'll be caught up, kwim?
Oak has become my little hoover. He crawl/scoots around on the floor all over the place picking up tiny things to put into his mouth. Yesterday he was trying to put a little speck of glitter into his mouth. Hilarious to watch since it's soooooo tiny. He's not that coordinated anyway and picking up a speck of glitter is quite the challenge. I finally swept it up so he could stop being tortured by it's elusive nature. It did keep him busy for a time.
Speaking of Oak, he doesn't sit yet. Does anyone think that is odd? I think he CAN sit, but he won't. He sits for a moment and then spots something interesting and heads for it, toppling himself over and usually crashing his head into the floor (unless I catch him, which I usually do). He just won't SIT still. He's got to go go go. That energy will be a blessing some day yeah? I sure hope so.
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