Holy Hell - Part Trios

Max's First Night in BKLYN with Daddy

Ok Ok - its been rough finding time to update my blog. (Thanks for mentioning that....Gloria) I have SO much to bitch about too. I apologize if the Mission Madre blog has turned into a platform of "Busch Bitching." I think I am the only Busch that bitches - so, why not have my own platform.... And also, wanted to comment on my no longer being the "Mission Madre". I will always be the Mission Madre. Even though I am no longer "geographically" located in the Mission District, I will always be the mommy ON a Mission - whether it be finding the best fun activities for Max or scoring cheap shit on Craigslist... My mission never ends.

Ok carrying on...going to try to wrap this one up

2a. The Move, Movers, lackeys, idiots, and ass kissing
3. Selling the House, Car, Bike, Kidney (kidding on that last one - but email me if you might be interested? hah!)
4. The Rendezvous
5. Operation "Move to NY"

2a. The Move, Movers, lackeys, idiots, and ass kissing CONT.
So, to make a long story short...there was some back and forth with the DB's (yes mother, I know douchebags have a use) that work at the moving company. They tried to delay our stuff arriving by a week - I had already bought plane tickets for my mom and I based on their original dates. After much "Busch Bitching" I was able to get them to commit to deliver our goods - on the day that we arrived into NY. Danny had his work cut out for him - he had to get a bed and get all our stuff delivered and partially unpacked. Not to say I didn't have a HUGE task as hand in getting Max, my mom and 170lbs of luggage from SF to our place in NY. Yes, that was NOT a typo - 170 POUNDS of luggage. More about the trip in Part 5.

3. Selling the House, Car, Bike
Things in our life somehow sold UNBELIEVABLY fast. This made me question whether we sold it for TOO good of a price? The house had an offer after the first open. The place looked AMAZING (will post a pic later) - so its not a shock that it went quick. But we were uncertain how the market in SF was going to be so we didn't price it too aggressively. Our car sold to the first person who say it - again it was in GREAT shape and we took care of it like our own child. So it was not a shocker that it went quick - and the guy who bought it brought cash. It was nice to have a ton of cash when I walked into WellsFargo. [plucking down a nice wad of hundies] "I need to make a deposit please". Teller: "Damn Gina!" And then I had to sell the AWESOME vintage Bianchi (which I never rode). I paid $125 for it down in Orange at the Salvation Army. I put it on Craigslist for $350. I don't know shit about bikes. But I DO know that hipsters in the Mission are always riding around on Vintage Bianchi bikes. I was able to sell the bike to the 2nd person I showed it to. Thankfully, my bro was there to answer any "bikey" questions.

4. The Rendezvous
Danny flew to Orange, CA to meet us at his parents house for the weekend. My mom, Max and I drove down from SF. It was a great weekend - and it was a really nice birthday present to be able to see my husband (who we had not seen for nearly a month) It was SO hard when Danny left. But I told myself, it was only another 2 weeks until we were in NY. Danny flew out on the 26th at night and we drove back to SF the next morning. I showed the car to someone the day after we returned and it was sold. Just like that the pieces to the puzzle fell into place.


5. Operation "Move to NY"
Luckily, we flew JetBlue which lets you check the first bag (up to 60lbs) for Free. I had to pay $30 as I checked 2 bags and a $50 overweight fee. Thankfully, Erin (my Bro) dropped us off at the airport and helped us get all the luggage to the counter. We said our goodbyes and I watched him walk away. And then I lost it. I sobbed uncontrollably, as I tried to check in at the JetBlue counter. I just couldn't help it. The culmination of our being apart from Danny for so long, stress of selling our house, living with my mom, leaving the life that we had built in SF - it all just came to a head and emotionally erupted - right in front of the poor JetBlue agent. "I'm - sorry - i'm-moving...sobbbbbb...." Gawd, I felt like a 5 year old kid. I quickly composed myself and we headed on our adventure. Needless to say, Max was great on the flight. We were able to get an entire row to ourselves, so had an extra seat where we could put Max's carseat. The flight was fairly quick and the flight attendants loved Max. We had a car pick us up at JFK and arrived at our new place around 8:30pm. I got out of the car, saw Danny, and started crying. "This really did happen, this is our new home, we did it" I told myself. I walked in our apartment and felt a HUGE sense of relief and the weight had lifted off my shoulders.


xx MM Out

Holy Hell - part Duex

Hi all my faithful reader(s) - well we made it to NYC in one piece. We could not have done it without the help of Meemaw Bootsie. Literallllly, (wink, wink for those of you who get the joke in that) my mom has been a lifesaver. How do single parents do it? I have much respect for those of you out there without any family nearby to help out with your little ones.

So to pick up on some points I mentioned in my previous post: (I'll try to be short and sweet on them, since Max is sleeping and who knows how much time I have here!)

1. Danny starting work, my 'quittin' that shit'
2. Max and I at my Mom's
2a. The Move, Movers, lackeys, idiots, and ass kissing
3. Selling the House, Car, Bike, Kidney (kidding on that last one - but email me if you might be interested? hah!)
4. The Rendezvous
5. Operation "Move to NY"

Chap 1 Cont.:
Danny has been having a great time at his new job. He really enjoys his coworkers and (I think) is loving being part of a team. I on the otherhand am loving not being part of a team (not that I ever was) - I quit my job as upper management was not willing to accommodate my move to the East Coast. I worked remotely and it was pretty much bullshit that they wanted me to continue to work my West Coast hours. Working until 9pm with a baby - I think not. The company was heading in a vicious downward spiral (due to changes in management) so I am grateful that it didn't work out - as I am enjoying be able to spend more time with Max. There was a part of me that felt guilty dropping Max off at his sitters (Paula, who he LOVED). But now I am so excited to be able to hang out with the little guy all the time. Granted, this is my first week where Danny is at work and my mom is gone - so I will be flying solo.

Chap 2 : Max and I at my Mom's
Max and I stayed with Bootsie for just over a month. It was fun - and trying. I felt bad invading my mom's space and bedroom. Plus, Max was going thru some crazy sleep pattern, waking up crying every 3 hours (yes, I was just loving life....not).

Not only did I hijack her room, but I also took over her parking spot (which is a GOD send in the Haight). I quit my job July 5th and I planned on taking full advantage of the child care while I could. Facials, Massage, Yoga, total pampering was the plan - I deserved it afterall! However, my delusions of grandeur were short lived. Even though I wasn't working and Max was at the sitters all day long - I seemed to get caught up in all the little things. My days were filled with working on selling the house, sorting out insurance issues on a few Medical bills, and other things I had put off for ages. I got so much done - however, I was not able to squeeze in any real pampering (I did get my hair cut and colored tho!) The month blew by and before I knew it - it was time for our flight to NY.

2a. The Move, Movers, lackeys, idiots, and ass kissing
Picking a moving company was pretty much a pain in the ass. They all come and look at your stuff and then give you an estimate based on how much stuff they think you have (based on weight). We were rather short on time - so we picked a company, Crown Relocation, which had a moderate price and fairly good reviews. Maybe its the same with all moving companies, but the people that we worked with after we signed the contract were complete morons. There was NO communication - I had to call the Friday before our stuff was scheduled to be picked up on Monday to see what time we should expect them. I had to pay $150 to get parking permits to reserve parking in front of our place for the truck. This proved interesting as people in the neighborhood just didnt give a shit and parked there anyway. I had a few cars ticketed and ready to get towed when the owners decided to move them. And don't get me started on the assholes who work at the restaurant across the street, El Metate. Don't believe the hype about the food - its not that good. The owner of El Metate comes over to the DPT person (who I was in the middle of talking to) and he had the gall to complain about me securing permits. OH, Don't even get me started Mister ManBoobs Metate.


Ahhh Max is waking up...to be continued.