Yesterday was not a particularly good day.
First of all, for any potential homebuyers out there let me just give one little piece of advice: Do not move into a condo. Just don’t do it. If you have to rent for 5 more years before you can purchase a single family house, then do it. Because dealing with condo associations is the worst possible thing on Earth. They are often run by self-important, power hungry little tyrants who have a tendency to misuse their positions. And when you get on their bad side for asking too many questions and possessing too much common sense, they go after you.
Three years ago MJ and I asked if we could pay our condo fees in the middle of the month instead of the beginning. Reason being, our payment schedules are in the middle of the month. They agreed and since then we’ve been paying in the middle of the month with no problem and no late fees. Then we switched accounting firms and the new people are the biggest idiots you can imagine. About 9 or 10 months ago they started trying to hit us with late fees and I’d call them each and every time and remind them about our arrangement. They’d always apologize and erase the late fee. Well now the Board is trying to tell us that we have $60 due in late fees. And more than that, they are going to turn the matter over to their attorney.
First of all, we don’t owe shit in late fees so they stick it where the sun don’t shine. Second, they are telling us we never had an arrangement, which goes up my ass sideways because that’s basically calling me a liar. Third, they’re going to involve a lawyer for $60??? It probably costs $200 just to get their lawyer involved!! What kind of sense does threatening us with legal action make, when we’re paying them each and every month like clockwork? These people are total idiots.
So between that and some mortgage troubles, things were weighing heavy on my mind yesterday. I picked Will up from my parent’s house as my Dad had the day off and was nice enough to watch him, but trouble began immediately after I started driving home.
Will was a demon. He didn’t just start to cry, he was wailing. He was screaming. He was crying so hard he was choking and hiccuping like the world was ending. I had tried to give him a bottle before we got in the car and he wanted nothing to do with it. So now I’m driving and I try to give him a toy. Nothing. Talk to him in a soothing voice. Nothing. This kept up for 35 minutes. Screaming, wailing, whining…nonstop.
Lack of patience is my biggest fault as a parent, and it’s something I struggle with everyday. So when he cries like that, I lose my ever-lovin’ mind. For more than half an hour I drove that car and talked in that stupid, high-pitched voice saying “It’s ok Will, daddy’s here. You’re ok buddy.” And finally, after 30 minutes of crazed screaming, I lost it.
“OH MY GOD SHUT UP, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU FOR CHRISSAKES?!?!?!?!”
I meant to scream it in my head. But it came out at the top of my lungs.
There was a stunned pause from the backseat and for a split second I thought maybe tough love had won out. But then, like a tsunami building in the middle of the ocean, a scream rose up from Will’s throat that dwarfed anything I had heard in the last 30 minutes.
I immediately felt terrible. Luckily there was a rest area coming up so I pulled over and picked him up and calmed him down for about 10 minutes. He wasn’t hungry, his diaper was clean, he doesn’t have a fever and his top teeth haven’t come in yet. I’ll never know what made him cry for that prolonged amount of time. But I do know that it shouldn’t matter. Because I’m the adult and he’s the baby. And really he’s a good baby.
But the crying…it’s a real problem. Obviously I’d never hit him or become abusive or anything like that, but it makes me want to pull a Vincent van Gogh and cut my ears off just so I’ll never have to listen to it again. I know I need to be more patient but how do you learn that? How do you completely change your personality overnight?
Oh well, I guess every parent learns how to deal at some point. I’ll forever be learning. But the good news is Will is getting a good amount of hair on his head, and he even has eyebrows now. I was worried he’d be one of those hairless babies who doesn’t grow hair until they’re 7 or something. Kind of like MJ was as a kid (sorry babe, but it still cracks me up!).