I got a call this morning from one of our credit card companies. I hate getting woken up in the morning to hear some under paid telemarketer reading a script. After about falling back asleep and wondering why in the Hell I had answered the phone in the first place the script was over with and after a snark answer from myself the call ended. At this point Jacob had crawled into bed with me and asked for a new diaper. Joshua was cooing from his cradle. Duty called and so this is how my day started.
Mr. Big called soon thereafter prompting me to send payments to just about everyone that is associated with the two house transactions, ie: inspectors, appraisers. So fun! I got all giddy and happy thinking about writing checks this morning. NOT!
Then there was the issue of "should we make our house note this month" or "should we just call and tell them we're paying the mortgage off upon closing on the 28th"? We differed on opinions. Back and forth, back and forth. I finally had the upper hand and he decided to seek the opinion of a third party who will probably ultimately say "make the damn payment, you baboons" to which I will then have lost in this differing of opinions. Got it? Good.
So, as you can see I've lost my freaking mind here. I'm tired. I'm overworked mentally and physically. The house is nothing but a giant cardboard box. I can't sweep and mop and obsessively clean like I normally do to take away my stress. Everything is upturned at the moment. I do see a light at the end of the tunnel, but its quite a ways down there and the size of a pin head. Sigh! Things will get better. Oh yes, they have to.
The positives to my day are the following:
1. My parents are coming today. Lunch out and Adda and Adpa here to spoil all.
2. I'm getting my hair cut. I haven't had a cut in six months, probably. Josh was a couple weeks old when I had it cut last. It's a freaking rat's nest.
3. I have four boxes of unopened Girlscout cookies in my pantry. 2 thin mints and 2 Dosidos.
4. My kids are adorable. I just sniff Niblet's head and my worries dissipate for a few minutes.
5. Today is "Hump-Day". Half way through the week.
So, as I get driven into the nut house, please bear with me. I will return one day to a normal functioning human being. Right now I'm somewhere between lost in translation and speaking with those scary voices in my head. I'll figure it out.
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Hang in there! Believe me, I know how much moving SUCKS. It's exciting to move to a new place, yes, but oh my goodness it is SO stressful. Keep breathing that heady-baby smell and try to take things one day/hour/second at a time.
I feel about as addled as you sound, so rest assured, you're not the only one headed for the loony bin. Reading this reminded me that I really ought to finish doing our taxes before the baby comes. Gah, one more thing on the list.
I'm jealous of your cookies. No one has come to our door since we bought this house and I forgot to ask my parents to add to their order. I could really use a couple boxes of Tagalongs and some Thin Mints right about now. I suppose I'll settle for ice cream and hot cocoa--screw the pregnancy tea.
Another few weeks and we'll both be settled into new lives--what a strange but comforting thought.
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