I shoulda been a Princess

It’s come to my attention I really messed up my life. As I was growing up my mom taught us girls to be independent and not rely on guys to get things done. This came in handy as there was just my dad around guy wise while growing up but now I think I missed the boat in some ways. Let me explain.                                                                                                                     I live in a mother –in-law apartment attached to an old beach home. I have lived here 18 years now and it’s not the Hilton but it’s home.  The guys who own this place have lived up front till this past summer where they bought a big house over in Tampa and are trying to play the big life.  To be honest they have never fixed up too much on this side of the house unless it has fallen off on to the floor.  I have no AC on this side and a lot of things need fixed but I stayed because it’s a very nice neighborhood and it’s been very safe. When you are single and female safe is good.     

                                                                                                                      Now to the Princess part.                                                                                                                  The new people who moved in up front seemed nice till after they moved in…. then the truth came out. The nice Irish guy is married not to a cute quiet girl but a whiney Princess who just waits till she thinks they are alone to complain.  The amount of her unhappiness has rolled off in huge waves I can feel. She is mad they had to sell their house before it was foreclosed on. She is mad they are living here and have to share space with me (A Florida screen room and laundry room).  It seems she is mad about a lot. She was also barely pregnant when they moved in, but seems to be very good at using it to get her way on a lot of matters.                                                                                                                   She refuses to park in the back covered parking area but has to park up front blocking the mailbox. This can be special if the mailman is late and can’t have access by the 2 more feet that is needed for him to reach the mailbox. She seems unable to handle the extra walking from there. Her hubby seems to be doing most of the cooking and laundry; he takes out the trash and cleans the cat litter box.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                That cat litter box is in the Florida room and is why they moved in here because she refuses to let the cats live in the house anymore. They have 3 huge cats plus a bid dog and the smell from the litter box makes her sick.  Now the smell from that cat litter box makes me sick too… the first few weeks my whole house reeked when the Florida room heated up.  Even when I had cats my house never smelled like cat litter box so this has been nasty.  They started leaving the sliding glass door open so the smell has been less but geeze.                                                                                                                                       Then yesterday the AC stopped working up in the front of the house. This has cause such drama like you’ve never seen.  The old roomies ran over to look and call a repairman. Apparently as a Princess she can’t stay up front if there is no AC.                                                                                                                             I am totally amazed and in awe.… I really should have been a Princess.