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walkitoutToday, I was supposed to get A. to school, then drive from Burlington to Fitchburg to do two apartment tours for T. I did get A. to sleep through the night last night, by inventing a Pink Cottage for her to go into in her head, with some consoling magical elements. I fell asleep, snored, so she moved back to her own bed, and fell asleep and stayed that way. Finally.
Anyway. It was rough getting there (I’ll finish catching up on the blogging in a bit), and while we were looking okay on getting to school on time, as always it started falling apart around 9:45 am. I completely lost it, because I was trying to offload either the drive to Fusion or the drive to Fitchburg onto R. and he was doing his little dance of misinterpreting “Do you want to”. We had a phone conversation about how he wants to negotiate allocation of tasks. He suggested rewording of, “Can I”, and I pointed out that I used to do this, and he would said, “I can but I don’t really want to”, hence the current wording, and me taking on way too many tasks that should be split between us. He cannot really argue mental health requires him to go to work any more because he’s retired, and also, I was having a full on crisis of the sort that if exposed to outsiders would involve me being hustled off somewhere involuntarily. (<— This is not a joke.) (I know what that involves and I was having that kind of crisis.) (Things are really bad when I don’t get enough sleep. This is also a general truth.)
He wound up taking A. to school, and as near as I can tell, she got there on time. I drove to Fitchburg early, and T. rearranged things so that the tours started earlier and with more time between them which made that way less stressful altho still stressful. The Forest street apartment is super cute, but the stairs are deeply incompatible with getting a sleeper sofa up to the third floor walkup I was touring. Also, not sure how I feel about that steam heat. On the good side, it’s huge, and maintenance seems to be super responsive so whoever rents that place, I’m a little jealous.
The Willow Street apartment is probably what we will go with. T. wanted a tour of a 2 bedroom, which has two lofted bedrooms both open to the main room and thus no sound isolation of any sort anywhere. I asked to tour a 1 bedroom, and it’s the same but NO loft, just one bedroom and a big room with the kitchen, in the usual layout (walk in, kitchen to the right, peninsula bar seating, large room with windows — extra height because ex-factory building, bedroom, bathroom, you’r back to the door). No in unit laundry, but no mildew smell at all in the coin-op laundry on the first floor. Everyone’s very friendly.
Latest move in date for both is mid-July — they only JUST got their list of July 1 move ins, so it’ll be a few weeks before they have their August list, which they mostly already know but need to actually see commitments to moving out before they commit to re-renting. I think a one bedroom in the Willow Street building is the correct choice, even tho T. can’t fit all his planned furniture in there. He’s fine, and will just nix the dining table and chairs in favor of barstools. He went a little nuts on the furniture anyway.
I told him that I wanted to do some more looking around and would do more tours on my own and get back to him. That should get us to where we can actually get a mid-August move in date, which would be better all around. He’ll have to wait for some of his furniture, but getting fancy brand new furniture at this age is by no means typical anyway, so it’s probably for the best.
Oh, and I got an oat milk latte at Infinity Coffee right next door to Willow St and across from the intermodal station. Really Good Coffee. Nice people.
Meanwhile, there was the usual array of questions — some stuff about the garage, a bunch of things about window treatments. I did actually ask MC for a sheer in Reception to match the sheer in the Bar window, which will look awesome, and I’m approaching a complete solution for the window hardware and curtains that had been planned for Reception and then encountered the reality of the sconces I picked out for that window (and love).
There was a fire drill at A.’s school while she was in the loo, and head of school was amazing and helped her calm down but also expressed concern so I sent a detailed email update and am somewhat dreading what kind of reply I might get. If history holds, I’ll get something along the lines of, it sounds like you have a great plan good luck let us know if you need further assistance and we’ll stay in communication.
R. and I went to Great Road Kitchen for dinner and both had the poke bowl. They gave him extra mango (mine). It was yummy. It took longer to get A. to sleep and she slept in my bed; she’s too warm to sleep in a bed with so I went over to her room. Two nights of over 8 hours is really, really good.
(This is a catch up blog posted Tuesday morning)
Anyway. It was rough getting there (I’ll finish catching up on the blogging in a bit), and while we were looking okay on getting to school on time, as always it started falling apart around 9:45 am. I completely lost it, because I was trying to offload either the drive to Fusion or the drive to Fitchburg onto R. and he was doing his little dance of misinterpreting “Do you want to”. We had a phone conversation about how he wants to negotiate allocation of tasks. He suggested rewording of, “Can I”, and I pointed out that I used to do this, and he would said, “I can but I don’t really want to”, hence the current wording, and me taking on way too many tasks that should be split between us. He cannot really argue mental health requires him to go to work any more because he’s retired, and also, I was having a full on crisis of the sort that if exposed to outsiders would involve me being hustled off somewhere involuntarily. (<— This is not a joke.) (I know what that involves and I was having that kind of crisis.) (Things are really bad when I don’t get enough sleep. This is also a general truth.)
He wound up taking A. to school, and as near as I can tell, she got there on time. I drove to Fitchburg early, and T. rearranged things so that the tours started earlier and with more time between them which made that way less stressful altho still stressful. The Forest street apartment is super cute, but the stairs are deeply incompatible with getting a sleeper sofa up to the third floor walkup I was touring. Also, not sure how I feel about that steam heat. On the good side, it’s huge, and maintenance seems to be super responsive so whoever rents that place, I’m a little jealous.
The Willow Street apartment is probably what we will go with. T. wanted a tour of a 2 bedroom, which has two lofted bedrooms both open to the main room and thus no sound isolation of any sort anywhere. I asked to tour a 1 bedroom, and it’s the same but NO loft, just one bedroom and a big room with the kitchen, in the usual layout (walk in, kitchen to the right, peninsula bar seating, large room with windows — extra height because ex-factory building, bedroom, bathroom, you’r back to the door). No in unit laundry, but no mildew smell at all in the coin-op laundry on the first floor. Everyone’s very friendly.
Latest move in date for both is mid-July — they only JUST got their list of July 1 move ins, so it’ll be a few weeks before they have their August list, which they mostly already know but need to actually see commitments to moving out before they commit to re-renting. I think a one bedroom in the Willow Street building is the correct choice, even tho T. can’t fit all his planned furniture in there. He’s fine, and will just nix the dining table and chairs in favor of barstools. He went a little nuts on the furniture anyway.
I told him that I wanted to do some more looking around and would do more tours on my own and get back to him. That should get us to where we can actually get a mid-August move in date, which would be better all around. He’ll have to wait for some of his furniture, but getting fancy brand new furniture at this age is by no means typical anyway, so it’s probably for the best.
Oh, and I got an oat milk latte at Infinity Coffee right next door to Willow St and across from the intermodal station. Really Good Coffee. Nice people.
Meanwhile, there was the usual array of questions — some stuff about the garage, a bunch of things about window treatments. I did actually ask MC for a sheer in Reception to match the sheer in the Bar window, which will look awesome, and I’m approaching a complete solution for the window hardware and curtains that had been planned for Reception and then encountered the reality of the sconces I picked out for that window (and love).
There was a fire drill at A.’s school while she was in the loo, and head of school was amazing and helped her calm down but also expressed concern so I sent a detailed email update and am somewhat dreading what kind of reply I might get. If history holds, I’ll get something along the lines of, it sounds like you have a great plan good luck let us know if you need further assistance and we’ll stay in communication.
R. and I went to Great Road Kitchen for dinner and both had the poke bowl. They gave him extra mango (mine). It was yummy. It took longer to get A. to sleep and she slept in my bed; she’s too warm to sleep in a bed with so I went over to her room. Two nights of over 8 hours is really, really good.
(This is a catch up blog posted Tuesday morning)