Just Get Through

Back in November, particularly the morning we woke up to having dog poop on front doormat (which is an enclosed entry), was when this apartment made me break.

That was Thanksgiving weekend.

We said, let's just get through Disney World. Disney World came and went (and was wonderful) and we said, ok, Christmas is in 3 weeks, so let's just get through Christmas.

Christmas came and went (and was wonderful) and we said, ok, let's just get through January.

January has come and gone with little on-goings and our new phrase, is ok, let's get through the birth of Freddie. And taxes. And Joel's birthday. And Spring. And then my birthday and our anniversary. And a possible trip to see family in Wisconsin.

And then you know what? Our lease will soon be over and we'll be in a house and I can take these Wii Fit aerobic parties, nightly sex noises, dog barking, cigarette and hamburger covered patio and just laugh about it. So maybe laugh isn't the word I'll use. I'll just shake my fist at it. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll shake my fist.

Time really does go by quick. I mean, it's ALREADY FEBRUARY!