It’s Just Nerves
It’s 6am, and I have been awake for over two hours, just lying on my bed. So I thought it would be best to get up, have something to eat (because my stomach has been growling at me for that long a time) and gather my thoughts into the Pensieve.
Call Brooke: Ask her to watch the kids AGAIN for a couple of hours while Dad and I work, work, work, work, work. Offer compensation since she did me the same favor last week.(Check)Call Marlen to move the piano lesson up an hour so that I can fit in Lilah’s make-up lesson.(Check)Call piano movers to schedule.(Check)Pack the daily unnecessaries (trinkets, baby journals) for the move.(Check)
Oy, the move. I love that we’re moving. I love even more that we’re moving to a house ! Can you imagine a house with a yard and shade and a screened-in backporch, a decent-sized living room with a DEN? Not one but two, count ‘em, two bathrooms… Merda Sanctus! That’s a castle!! I can’t wait to have a living room again. Our television will seem so small. Do we even have enough stuff to fill a 3/2 plus a den? We can set up the drums, plug in the bass (after we buy an amp and cord), have a jam session, give lessons… oh, the possibilities!!!!
I’m very excited. But I’m also very nervous about the cost of the house. We’ve been going at 6,000 RPMs since the new year, and I’m whipped. Is this how much people work to get into a house? Yes, we can make it happen. We just have to adjust our schedules a bit (the kids are going to sleep later because I’m coming home later), and learn some new habits (eat beans beans beans during the week so that we may enjoy cooked animal on Sunday).
I just want this move to happen already. I’ll be glad when this packing and unpacking thing is over, when we’re back down to 3,000 RPMs. One good thing (aside from the house and the den and the yard and the two bathrooms), though: Moving is a great time to weed out the crap that can be left behind… Like that trio of demonic singing and dancing Elmo dolls.
