While I may not know what day it is, I’ve set myself up for success with a series of labeled alarms.

I had a Samsung Galaxy S8 and hated that it only gave me 20 characters to label my alarms. I usually label by name of person the alarm is for and then what it’s for. Volleyball Practice is all you’re going to get because it’s 19 characters with the space. Not enough room.

I’m back to my Motorola now and am much happier. Plus it was a third of the price and I swear it’s faster even though CNet says otherwise.

Mr. Brickie heard last night he’s going to be kept on for sure past the first round of layoffs on Wednesday AND that he’ll be invited to the next job.

I cannot tell you how happy this makes me.

Well it makes me happy and a little sad because I do miss him but … I’m excited he likes the work and it pays well. Missing him is a small price to pay.

I do need to try and figure out the taxation on overtime though. The Indiana union checks are super confusing because they list things much more comprehensively and it makes something basic like figuring out a paycheck a bit more difficult than with the Illinois union checks.

Lots of data, most of it not practical for everyday calculations. If he’s going to be in Indiana this much, though, maybe I’ll learn more.

Of course, I don’t even know what the benefits breakdown is per hour or the union dues so although I did spend a bunch of time figuring out the federal taxes … I still am no closer to an answer. I’ll just wait for the check.

We also need to join the credit union (two banks isn’t enough, let’s sign up with a third!) because the Indiana union pays vacation out in cash and it’s either direct deposited into the credit union account or you are supposed to send a SASE (self addressed stamped envelope for those of you younger than me) so they can mail you the check. We’re just going to take the plunge and get the account…..

……after we close on the house, of course. No dings to the credit between now and closing can happen.

Oh, I was going to tell you about fantasy shopping!

Okay…we have a fridge and stove that are both awful. If you put a dozen eggs on the top shelf going front to back and not side to side the front eggs will be warm and the back eggs will be rock-solid frozen in the middle with slush around the outer edges. We have things that will go bad if they’re not in the exact right spot. Food is getting wasted and that’s not good.

The stove usually runs ten degrees cooler than the temperature gauge but once every few times it runs correctly so there’s no way of reliably setting the temperature in the oven.

So I went on this spree to research the best appliance replacements and ended up on the Costco website where we’ll get our relatively inexpensive replacements at some point after closing when our funds aren’t basically frozen.

Update on the closing that will happen eventually but I may be 60 by the time it does. The appraiser needed to come back out and see that the stove was moved out of the basement apartment and the gas line was capped.

The stove was electric.

I emailed and let her know and she said a picture with the stove not in the basement apartment would suffice.

Thank goodness.

I do not know a way to prove definitively we don’t want to rent out that basement apartment. I think, “Anyone who would be willing to pay to live there isn’t someone I’d want for a neighbor” should be more than good enough but what can you do.

Hell, I’m still not sure why it matters if it’s a duplex or a triplex. I got the mortgage calling it a triplex to begin with and only decided on building down and making it a duplex 3/4 of the way through the process.

When I asked the mortgage guy what the difference was he said, “Amount you’d need at closing.”

Like that makes sense. Whatever. We’ve reached the point in the mortgage process where I no longer want to interact with the mortgage guy anymore for any reason for the rest of my life.

I was so tired today I fell asleep in a chair in the living room and could not get my head right. I could wake up for a minute or two but then would be dragged back into slumberland no matter how hard I tried to stay awake. Luckily my older two were happy to walk up to the elementary school and grab the youngest and walk her home.

Mr. Brickie ended up taking the night off (it was offered) because he’s exhausted, too. I guess we aren’t as spry as we’d hoped. That doesn’t mean he’s not going to continue doing this work, though. It’s too lucrative and I’ll figure out a good sleep schedule eventually.

It helps that the next job will be 5 10-hour days with 2 days off instead of this straight-through-until-the-job-is-done schedule. We made it 9 days before wanting to collapse and I feel like if I’d been the wide-eyed bushy-tailed cheerleader I’ve been for the past 9 days he might have made it to work tonight.

But he’s back at it tomorrow night and it’s payday, so I’ll probably spend this weekend paying bills while still hoarding enough for the closing on the house that will happen probably before my kids are all grown.