Missing Molly

Yesterday, Kyle’s sister’s ex (long story) came and picked up Molly.

You see, we’re only allowed to have one dog as per strata by-laws in our new house, and because Daphne is more well behaved (and I refused to give her up), we decided to let Kyle’s sister take in Molly.

She’s wanted to take Molly for a while, but because she’s Kyle’s dog, he kept her. Now that our living situation is going to change, Kyle’s giving her up.

Of course, after his sister was all geared up and a date was made for Molly to be picked up, I found out that exceptions can be made and that there are units with two dogs instead of just one. But, we’re still letting Molly go live with Kyle’s sister.

Part of me hopes that it doesn’t work out and that we get to have Molly back. I feel so guilty for having to give her away, but at least it’s to a family member and not just a random stranger.

She’s been gone for maybe six hours now and I already miss her. :( I hope we get to visit her often.

My Week at a Glance

I’m pretty sure the days leading up to next Friday are going to be crazy, insane and going to make me want to cry. Here’s what I have slated out for myself (in no particular order):

  • Get a hold of the Notary to finish off the paperwork for the house.
  • Call up more contacts for my freelance projects and schedule interviews with them.
  • Do an over-the-phone interview on Tuesday and write it up right afterwards because it’s due on Thursday.
  • Work at Jobs #1 and #2.
  • Finish packing up the stuff in the kitchen that we don’t really need (such as the rest of the oven stuff).
  • Pack more clothes away.
  • Blog, because I feel that if I don’t post something everyday, I’m a horrible person.
  • Shower (because hey, if you don’t remind yourself, sometimes you never know)

I really have no idea if I’m going to be able to get all of this done. At least I hope to remember to shower daily. We all win if that happens.

I’ll leave you with a photo from my night out Saturday, to which I was told I was going to get Jersey Shore Drunk, (I didn’t, sorry LiLu!), but I did end up with fat swollen feet from my sexy yet painful shoes. I’m so sad that the hurt so much:

What’s in store for you this week?

Anticipation

The anticipation moving up to our moving date is KILLING me. I’m at the point where I can’t pack anything else up because I need to use it. Hell, I’ve actually unpacked a few things because I realized that I still needed them. (Although they were by surprise because of my new freelancing gigs.)

Kyle and I have a pile of stuff for our new place and all I want to do is unpack it all and start the nesting process. Oh, and the killer part? Kyle might have to go to Jasper to work for 5 weeks the Tuesday after we move. GAH! Not that I’m upset about it, it should be good money and it’s not for that long. Hopefully we find out if he’s going soon …

I think I may have a little too much on my plate right now. Working two jobs, plus moving, plus 12 freelance stories, plus, plus, plus … I just want to move and get on with my life!

I’m going to need a vacation when this is all over. Or at least a trip to the spa. Or even just a day in bed.