Pain in the neck.

Note to self:

To fully express what the past week has been like for Amanda and I requires a camera, and quite frankly I keep forgetting to take a picture of our current domicile. This partially could be due to not having had a good night sleep since Sunday.

I admit that Monday night I was able to get the bed part of the day bed on, but when I awoke on Tuesday to find Amanda gone (having slept on the couch in the living room) the Jewish guilt was enough to make me sleep on the cot since then. Of course, my reward for being so chivalrous is to wake up every night half naked with no covers. Ah, such is love.

Of course there are the mornings, the crink in the neck, and the dog jumping on your bed and licking your face. Grandma and Grandpa coming out of their side of the apartment in various states of undress and adding to the the overall social experiment of 3 generations living under the roof. (‘find out what happens when people stop being polite’).

Of course there's also the daily ego bruising of Amanda's grandmother looking at my daily wardrobe and saying, "this is what a gentleman wears to the office?"

I guess it’s a good thing that I’m working so much these days as there basically is no place for Amanda and I to hang out. We haven’t had access to our TV which houses all our shows and my poor PS3 is suffering from wanton neglect and begging for me to come play with it. It’s the type of situation where I long for the days of simply dreading the thought of living with my in-laws.

Of course, as a writer, my goal is to make EVERYTHING sound more dramatic than it really is. It’s not really that bad, and it’s wonderful to have everyone together. This week has brought forth great news, with the birth of our nephew, ‘untitled.’ Amanda and I are bummed that we won’t be able to go to ‘untitled’s bris, but we will be there in spirit.

That’s all for now…I need rest. Saturday we are going with contractor to look at apartment and then get our estimate.

Woot woot !