Bam! We are officially out of the hotel! Yay! Back in the house we were living in because we failed at finding a new rental and my credit needs to go into the shop, apparently. Do I feel like I did a lot of barking and no biting towards my landlord? Heck yeah, but my hands are tied. I had no idea how much stuff we accumulated in the three weeks we were out of that house. I think we had more stuff in that hotel room than we did when we moved out here. To be fair, most of it was baby stuff. I do have a bone to pick with the Kinsey. She was making it rain when tipping everyone out. We got some money out of the ATM so that we could tip the people that helped us load up our Uhaul… I mean, Kinsey’s car. I stayed back and let Kinsey handle the tipping. What would you give a valet guy for loading a couple bags into your car? Maybe $5? Not Kinsey…. she hooked the brotha up with a crisp $20. Her reason: we didn’t valet at all while we were staying there, so we took up some of their possible business because we were in a room. I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either.

Then we move on to the bell guy, he hooked it up with the cart and helped us load it up. I asked Kinsey how much she tipped him… I would be lying if I said I didn’t know what she was going to tell me based on the valet tip. You guessed it! $20! Her reasoning? They always told us of great restaurants… even though we lived in that area for 5 years before and already knew about the restaurants. Then I go upstairs to double check the room and I find a little note from Kinsey to the lady who cleans the rooms… underneath that note, another $20. I actually agree with that one because they do clean the rooms and make the bed everyday. And just like that Kinsey was headed back to work, and I was left with a mountain of crap and a baby.

That baby, by the way, is getting pretty impossible to keep happy. They guy has reached the stage where he wants to grab everything and put it in his mouth… and he has learned to show displeasure if you dont let him at least tough what you are holding. This means that the remote control has been taken over by this guy. He was so annoying with the remote thing, that I had Kinsey stop by Target on the way home and buy a cheap one to give to Cason. Cason was put to sleep as soon as she came home, so I don’t know how that will work out, but I am pretty sure he will only want the one I am using. That’s how life works, right?

Alright! Let the credit rebuilding begin… so that I can buy a house… and get stuck with it for the rest of my life!