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Remember a few weeks ago when I wrote the post about what being an adult feels like?

Well, this week, I feel even more like an adult.
Why?
Because I spent today calling insurance companies and getting estimates.
Again, why you ask.
Because this happened to my pretty red car, that I paid off 3 weeks ago, last night….

Yep.
My pretty red car now has a big boo boo.
I need band-aids.
Lots and lots of band-aids.
The Hardworking Hubby was behind the wheel driving the DramaQueen to dance, thankfully they are both okay.
Sophia (my car, yes…my car has a name) on the other hand is in severe pain.
She doesn’t have any working lights on the passenger side and when she turns her tire gets hung up.
We’re just playing the waiting game with the insurance company of the idiot driver who hit him.
Or should I say his parents insurance company.
Yep.
Almost 40 year old man, driving his parents car, plowed into my baby.
That I JUST paid off.
I got 3 estimates on the damage today and they range from $1999-$2600.
I just want it fixed.
Now!
We were already down to one car and now neither can be driven so the Hardworking Hubby has to rely on coworkers to get to and from work this week.
This is the suck.
Pass the band-aids and tequila please!

Most people hate Mondays.
I hate Sundays.
Sunday evenings in particular.
Especially at say…..9:30pm.
Why you ask?
Because that is when my weekend comes to an end.
That is when my Hardworking Hubby has to leave home and begin his work week.
Weekends in our house do not last long enough.
On Fridays, the Hardworking Hubby fights to stay awake most of the day so we can spend time together, hang out with the little dude while the older kids are at school and then spend time together as a family in the evening.
Then there are the weekends when there is an opportunity for him to work overtime.
And well, he wouldn’t really be the Hardworking Hubby if he didn’t take it.
Overtime means he’s in bed by 8pm on Friday and out the door at 5:30am on Saturday returning shortly after 2pm exhausted as all hell and not wanting to do much.
Which again means we are usually in bed fairly early.
And then Sunday morning rolls around, there is homework to be done, things to be cleaned and other odds and ends to attend to and before we know it, it is time for him to leave for work.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is….is it August yet?
Me.
Hubby.
No kids.
New York City.
Hotel Room.
Alone.
Together.
Hurry August…..PLEASE!!!

Yes.
I finally feel like an adult.
It only took me 31 years.
Personally, I thought it would have happened when I became a mom, the first time.
Then again the second time.
Then again when I got married.
And possibly after having the third kid.
But nope.
I didn’t feel like a real adult until this past Friday.
Why you ask?
Because this past Friday, I paid off my car.
A car that I purchased brand spanking new.
Now it’s paid off.
Not only is it paid off, but I went and cleared the title immediately and added my husbands name to it.
Then I went and changed our auto insurance.

Now that I don’t have to worry about having a car payment anymore I can start paying off other bills with the extra cash.
We might just be able to finally get out of debt.
OMG!
This is actually happening.
I am growing up.
Who woulda thunk it?

Yes.
I’ve got a feeling.
And it’s not that tonight’s gonna be a good good night.

I’ve got a feeling that on Friday, I will feel more like an adult than I have in a very long time.
Why? You may ask.
On Friday, I will have officially paid off my car.
Yes.
The car that I purchased brand spanking new will finally be paid in full!

I.Can’t.Wait.

From the bank I’m heading straight to the DMV to clear my title, renew my plates and register my car with both my name and my hubby’s name on the title.

Paying off my car is a HUGE accomplishment for me.
Not only will I have it paid off, but I will now have extra funds each month to put towards other bills and we can get our credit cleaned up.

I want to get our credit fixed up because I want a house.
I want a house of our own.
One in which I can paint the walls, hang things on my walls using things other than just picture nails.
I want to start putting our money into something we own.
I don’t want to keep paying someone else who gets to dictate how we live.

Once upon a time, our landlord told us that we could NOT have another child while we are living in this home.
She told us that it is only big enough for 2 adults and 3 children.
No more.

Well.
We need our own home.
We want to have another baby.
We want to get pregnant at the end of this year.
(I know, I’m crazy!)

So here I am.
Finally crossing a GIANT thing off of our list of bills to be paid.
Goodbye car payment.
Hello pretty red Kia Spectra that I finally own!!!
Hello extra $$ every month.
Goodbye bills as I pay you off one at a time.

Man, I am looking forward to the months to come, the bills that will be paid off and watching my credit score go up!
Homeownership is getting closer to being a reality!!!

I need a little help.
Zman, who is 10 (11 next month) is currently sharing a room with the almost 2 year old Tatertot.
This arrangement worked extremely well until this past November when the Tatertot was upgraded to a twin bed due to The Great Crib Escape of 2009.
Since the upgrade, Tatertot has adjusted well.
Maybe a little too well.
He loves his new freedom so much that it doesn’t stop him from exploring his surroundings, even if some of the shiny cool looking things aren’t his.
Yes.
He likes to get into his big brother’s stuff.
He pulls clothes out of the drawers.
Finds whatever he can to stand on to get at Zman’s books, wrestling cards or anything else on top the dresser that catches his eye.
And, if he happens to get up before Zman, you can usually find him turning the lights on and crawling into bed with his brother saying “Hi!”

Now, the boy’s are in the Master Bedroom of our home.
So yes, they have the biggest space in the house.
It’s decorated in Packer colors, complete with Lambeau Field on the ceiling.
That’s how it was when we moved in and since we rent, we can’t change it.

Today, we think we have come up with the perfect solution to our problem.
Zman and the Drama Queen would like to share a bedroom (what is currently the boys room) and give the Tatertot his own space to in all honesty, destroy.
Here is where I need help.
Is it okay for an almost 11 year old boy and his 9.5 year old sister to share a bedroom? For the most part the only thing they ever do in their bedroom is sleep.
My thought is as long as they aren’t getting dressed or changing in front of each other everything should be okay. They like to hang out together in there occasionally as it is now just to play on their DS’s or just to escape the Tatertot.

Tell me, what are your thoughts?
Do you think this situation would be okay?
(Now, this would only be happening until we move—which we are hoping is this Fall—into a bigger home.)
Help!!