Hello, my name is Kate I am still a Wusband.
Today was one of those days that I really would have given my right arm to have Shawn here. I am writing this post while my house is in a horrible state of disarray because I am too tired to even think about moving.
I am shipping 9 dogs Thursday morning to their forever homes. Which, is good and will mean a considerably less stressful life once they are gone…however getting to that point is a pretty good amount of work for me. So I had planned on spending the day getting things together…bathing and grooming them, getting papers all in order, and setting up and preparing the crates. Plus I needed to get them all to the vet for their health certificates and I needed to confirm flights with the airlines and the new families.
I woke up early with a spring in my step despite the fact that Cohen was awake from 1-4a last night. I got right to email and phone calls and by 9a, I felt like a had a really good jump start on the day. Then around 10a, I got a phone call from my mother in law, Shirley.
It seems Mr. Ivory from the evil credit card company was calling her again. Now my mother in law is really Shawn’s grandma and in her seventies about the last thing she needs is to be harassed by this man when everything was supposed to be settled.
So I called him and the long and the short of it is this… Citi Bank made a mistake and applied our check from escrow to another account. No one at Citi Bank or Mr. Ivory’s office would speak to me concerning this matter and kept (very threateningly, I might add) telling me if I didn’t write them a check for $10, 500 today they would “pursue further action”. We had a conference call with the Escrow Company and still M. Ivory was insisting that I have to pay them even though they cashed the check from Escrow with my name on it.
So after he threatened to keep making inquiries on our credit reports (Shawn and I) in order to lower our scores, I told him I was retaining an attorney.
And I did.
I really can’t believe it has come to this. Its ridiculous. They can see a check was made from Escrow on my behalf for the full amount and that it was cashed in October and even its obvious that they misapplied the funds…and STILL they want me to pay the full amount again plus late fees and charges. I am glad they are going to be talking to my attorney because I want to say bad words at them. Like, really bad ones. (just keepin’ it real, folks)
Kristy was right when she said we might need to keep praying about this because it wasn’t over yet. Girl, are you a prophetess or what? *grin*
So besides that drama, I am Fed Ex-ing all of these closing documents on our house. Now that’s a good thing, mind you..but its a lot of detail work.. you know, that I am crankin’ out here alone. (Well not alone, but I don’t think Cohen should get figured into situations where I need help)
So besides the arguing on the phone and signing of a million papers, I was trying to do all of those dog related tasks.
And I nearly lost my mind.
And my house looks like a tornado with dirty little fingers had a hay day in it.
So this is one of those times when I am definitely trying to be both a wife and husband…hence the name, “Wusband”. And this Wusband is really ready to get back to being just one half of the equation and the work load.
In other, somewhat related news I woke up this morning and one of the first thoughts I had was about looking forward to traveling with Shawn again.
HOLD THE PRESSES.
I know…shocking huh? I had to make sure I blogged about it just in case the feeling doesn’t last real long.
Anyway, I think the last time I had a similar thought I was ENGAGED…so we are talking 4 years people. That’s a long time.
Before we got married, I was so excited about traveling together and meeting people and being apart of his ministry like I had been Beth’s. I couldn’t wait to set up merch and travel on the tour bus and meet the promoters (and my blogging friends). I thought about the adventures we had in and out of the country and all of the memories we’d share.
And then, well, we got married.
I would feel twinges of sadness when the tour bus left and I wasn’t on it. It was a sentiment akin to everyone going to camp and being left behind. I consoled myself with the memories of how bad the first tour together was…and slowly, I quit wanting to go and I got other dreams.
I dreamed of being stationary and having a routine and dogs. Oh, lots of dogs and then breeding dogs because just having them wasn’t enough to keep me occupied. (it got a little out of control)
And this morning I just felt like I had woken up to the realization that I have been trying to cover up that same old I-want-an-adventurous-life-of-travel-and-ministry desire with whatever else was easily accessible. But the old desire? Still there.
And it occurred to me that things really are changing- WE are changing and maybe, just maybe, this could be a really good thing for us as a couple and a family.
EXCITEMENT. I felt it, friends.
And you know what? It felt pretty stinkin’ good.
So if I travel, you will all come and visit me, right? at shows? All of you that I have been wanting to have coffee with, now maybe I can!
While I am thinking of that…do any of you live near Portland, Maine? My friend Leslie moved there a month ago and knows no one…
OK…my next post is going to be all funny stories.
Get ready for a side splitting Wednesday!