We've officially been Nashvillians for two weeks now. It's not nearly as sinister as it sounds.
We got that first week of school in, which was a big step and a successful one, I'm happy to report. I think we can all breathe a little easier now that that's over. We still need to get into a routine, but we'll get there. Stevie is already on the hockey team and feeling well, and the little ones are meeting new friends.
On the housefront, almost all of the boxes are now unpacked, and with the exception of the garage and storage rooms in the basement, pretty much set up. Tomorrow the last of the various service people come to fix the last of the broken things. God willing. No longer planning my entire day around service calls will be a much needed reprieve. It seems like that's been the agenda since August.
And next week is another fun one to look forward to. We've got tons of family coming in for Thanksgiving, and we are dining at the governor's mansion on Tuesday. I even found a babysitter so Jessie won't be swinging from chandeliers and otherwise causing an international incident.
Because that would be a little sinister for my little Nashvillian.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Suburban/Urban/Rural Diva
It's a funny place where I live now.
The neighborhood couldn't be more suburban--we've got neighbors that show up with baked goods and an HOA. But we are also 10 miles from the city limits, and when I drive the kids to school I pass at least five sprawling horse farms on the way.
It's hilly--there are hills and valleys that I'm not used to in flat Florida. The colors are vibrant and not just various shades of green. And while nothing can compare to the beauty of the Gulf, it is definitely a pretty place to live. I miss the water in Florida, but in Florida I realize now that I missed the trees.
I'm trying to find my way here--literally and figuratively; but mostly literally. I like turning off the GPS which is so unhelpful at times, and just driving around getting the lay of the land. It doesn't help that every road is called something Pike, but we'll figure it out.
The kids started school yesterday, and they are all loving it so far. People are extremely friendly here, and with exception of things breaking and repairmen here every day, it's been a very nice week to get acclimated to Nashville life. I've got about 80% of the boxes unpacked, and hopefully by the end of the weekend, most things will be hung on the wall for all of the Thanksgiving guests to look at when they're eating their turkey.
The neighborhood couldn't be more suburban--we've got neighbors that show up with baked goods and an HOA. But we are also 10 miles from the city limits, and when I drive the kids to school I pass at least five sprawling horse farms on the way.
It's hilly--there are hills and valleys that I'm not used to in flat Florida. The colors are vibrant and not just various shades of green. And while nothing can compare to the beauty of the Gulf, it is definitely a pretty place to live. I miss the water in Florida, but in Florida I realize now that I missed the trees.
I'm trying to find my way here--literally and figuratively; but mostly literally. I like turning off the GPS which is so unhelpful at times, and just driving around getting the lay of the land. It doesn't help that every road is called something Pike, but we'll figure it out.
The kids started school yesterday, and they are all loving it so far. People are extremely friendly here, and with exception of things breaking and repairmen here every day, it's been a very nice week to get acclimated to Nashville life. I've got about 80% of the boxes unpacked, and hopefully by the end of the weekend, most things will be hung on the wall for all of the Thanksgiving guests to look at when they're eating their turkey.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friends
I was having one of those really tough moving days that you know are bound to come along but still piss you off nonetheless, when a neighbor stopped by just as I spilled an entire chocolate shake in the car. She has a first grade daughter born a day after A-Dog and she brought a gift.
She said she was debating between the gourmet cupcakes and a bottle of wine.
She chose the cupcakes but said she almost picked the champagne-flavored variety.
I almost kissed her on the mouth, but didn't want to scare her off on the first day.
Maybe I could get used to this after all....
She said she was debating between the gourmet cupcakes and a bottle of wine.
She chose the cupcakes but said she almost picked the champagne-flavored variety.
I almost kissed her on the mouth, but didn't want to scare her off on the first day.
Maybe I could get used to this after all....
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Nashville
We are here.
It wasn't easy, and we are all exhausted and cold, but all are present and accounted for in Music City.
I can't begin this next chapter of entries without first acknowledging the fact that I have the world's greatest friends who made it particularly difficult to leave. I miss them already. But if any of them are reading this now and considering sending me a care package of oranges, please include slippers and Chapstick because I don't know if I'll die from scurvy or frostbite because it's freaking cold here!
And just so you know that I haven't changed in the last 48 hours since surrendering my Florida residency, you'll be pleased to know that I am still wearing my cheesy black flip flops as my footwear. Not so much out of protest, but because the movers seemed to have misplaced the box that all my shoes are packed in. Normally, I wouldn't mind these missing articles, but since it's 28 degrees here and I'm supposed to be attending the CMA's tomorrow night, I'm a little concerned. Dude, I seriously can't be walking the red carpet in the $2.50 Old Navy bin specials.
Other than that, things are going well. Ish.
I've discovered that I'm waking up before 6 every morning here, but then exhausted and ready for bed by 7:30. I also have learned that I hate unpacking as much as I hated packing, which doesn't bode well for the next couple of weeks.
The neighborhood is quiet, but we did have some visitors today which was encouraging. I'm still waiting for some homemade cookies or BBQ to show up on the doorstep.
The kids are doing well--they, too are confused on these things people use around here called "clothes" and "closed-toed shoes." It's going to be a tough adjustment.
But Jingle likes the weather. She seems to be particularly dog-like here, running in the backyard and molesting the native wildlife, including the dogs next door.
I hope to post some pictures of the sparkly events tomorrow night, but watch for me on tv. I'll be the one in flip flops and earmuffs.
It wasn't easy, and we are all exhausted and cold, but all are present and accounted for in Music City.
I can't begin this next chapter of entries without first acknowledging the fact that I have the world's greatest friends who made it particularly difficult to leave. I miss them already. But if any of them are reading this now and considering sending me a care package of oranges, please include slippers and Chapstick because I don't know if I'll die from scurvy or frostbite because it's freaking cold here!
And just so you know that I haven't changed in the last 48 hours since surrendering my Florida residency, you'll be pleased to know that I am still wearing my cheesy black flip flops as my footwear. Not so much out of protest, but because the movers seemed to have misplaced the box that all my shoes are packed in. Normally, I wouldn't mind these missing articles, but since it's 28 degrees here and I'm supposed to be attending the CMA's tomorrow night, I'm a little concerned. Dude, I seriously can't be walking the red carpet in the $2.50 Old Navy bin specials.
Other than that, things are going well. Ish.
I've discovered that I'm waking up before 6 every morning here, but then exhausted and ready for bed by 7:30. I also have learned that I hate unpacking as much as I hated packing, which doesn't bode well for the next couple of weeks.
The neighborhood is quiet, but we did have some visitors today which was encouraging. I'm still waiting for some homemade cookies or BBQ to show up on the doorstep.
The kids are doing well--they, too are confused on these things people use around here called "clothes" and "closed-toed shoes." It's going to be a tough adjustment.
But Jingle likes the weather. She seems to be particularly dog-like here, running in the backyard and molesting the native wildlife, including the dogs next door.
I hope to post some pictures of the sparkly events tomorrow night, but watch for me on tv. I'll be the one in flip flops and earmuffs.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Hello November
It's pretty sad when I leave on a post like that and then fade away.
Stevie's surgery went well. Although it wasn't what we thought, it still required the same surgery, so we are thankful we found it in time and were able to take care of it so soon.
And now, we move.
The movers are here and if I'm not typing furiously, they will pack this computer along with everything else in this house. It's amazing that it took me 3 months to pack 20 boxes, and they have my whole house boxed in 8. They are actually ahead of schedule, so we will be on the road to our new digs fairly soon.
But until then, we celebrate Stevie's 15th birthday feeling a little more humbled and much more blessed.
Happy Birthday, my Old Soul.
Stevie's surgery went well. Although it wasn't what we thought, it still required the same surgery, so we are thankful we found it in time and were able to take care of it so soon.
And now, we move.
The movers are here and if I'm not typing furiously, they will pack this computer along with everything else in this house. It's amazing that it took me 3 months to pack 20 boxes, and they have my whole house boxed in 8. They are actually ahead of schedule, so we will be on the road to our new digs fairly soon.
But until then, we celebrate Stevie's 15th birthday feeling a little more humbled and much more blessed.
Happy Birthday, my Old Soul.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
An unexpected break in the action
I'm not going to lie, yesterday was not my favorite day. But tomorrow may just top it in its craptastickness.
It seems as though Stevie's heart condition--the screaming hydra-Medusa pathway--is back, and surgery is scheduled tomorrow. Three days before the moving truck is scheduled to arrive, we discovered that the WPW has returned and must be dealt with immediately.
It sort of puts things into perspective.
Things are going to get packed that shouldn't. Things are going to be disorganized for a while. I'm going to forget something somewhere, and I'll never get to all of those things on my To Do List.
Oh well.
Somehow things just got a little quieter around here just when it should be crunch time.
It seems as though Stevie's heart condition--the screaming hydra-Medusa pathway--is back, and surgery is scheduled tomorrow. Three days before the moving truck is scheduled to arrive, we discovered that the WPW has returned and must be dealt with immediately.
It sort of puts things into perspective.
Things are going to get packed that shouldn't. Things are going to be disorganized for a while. I'm going to forget something somewhere, and I'll never get to all of those things on my To Do List.
Oh well.
Somehow things just got a little quieter around here just when it should be crunch time.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Mom's Breakfast Club
In the midst of all of the packing, I took a fast break. Or rather, a breakfast with my friends.
Kellogg treated us to a breakfast last week, and it certainly was a treat. I made several of the recipes on their website, and seven friends shared a morning talking. Mostly about how crazy our mornings are even when we’re not in the midst of a move, and how no one ever raves about how smoothly morning routines are when you’re constantly on the go. We discussed nutrition and food in general and received a lot of great tips from Kellogg and pretty awesome goody bags as well.
You can read about all of their tips here, but a couple highlights from our party included:
~If your child doesn’t like milk, try a granola parfait with lowfat yogurt and fresh fruit. This is one of Amy’s favorites.
~While breakfast may be the most important meal of the day, we often have cereal after dinner on nights when we ate early and the kids are still looking for something substantial and nutritious to eat.
~For a quick on the go breakfast, don’t discount muffins. If you make them yourself, you can control what goes in them. These blueberry-bran were particularly yummy.
So love your cereal! We sure did.
(More photos to follow after I resolve my never-ending camera issues. With yet another new camera. With new issues.)
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tampa friends: If my house is nominated, I will hunt you down like a dogdown
Do you know of a house with a decorating theme gone wild? A room with an overboard motif or idea carried too far? A hobby or collection that has taken over?
If you know someone in need of a style intervention, you can anonymously nominate them and their room run awry for a surprise makeover.
The Style Network show, “Tacky House,” starring celebrity designer Thom Filicia, is looking for Tampa area rooms to feature on upcoming episodes. Last season, the design team tackled attacking leopard prints, overgrown florals and Hawaii Five-No!
For more information, email the show at castingfortv@yahoo.com, and help streamline someone’s style.
(Pick a friend with a crazy decorating-style but with a good sense of humor, too.)
If you know someone in need of a style intervention, you can anonymously nominate them and their room run awry for a surprise makeover.
The Style Network show, “Tacky House,” starring celebrity designer Thom Filicia, is looking for Tampa area rooms to feature on upcoming episodes. Last season, the design team tackled attacking leopard prints, overgrown florals and Hawaii Five-No!
For more information, email the show at castingfortv@yahoo.com, and help streamline someone’s style.
(Pick a friend with a crazy decorating-style but with a good sense of humor, too.)
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
When do the handprints on the walls and juice box stains on the carpet get moved in?
I am standing here in the new house. Standing, because there is no place to sit yet.
It is remarkably empty, and the quiet isn't something I'm used to nor particularly like all that much.
As I spend a few hours here getting things ready like phones, cable and locks changed--I'm trying to get to know the house. There's things that I love--the double oven that looks as though it's never been used, the plantation shutters on every window that I like to open to let in more light, and all of the beautiful trees that frame the backyard.
I still hate the paint colors, but that's an easy fix scheduled for next week, and soon there will be more white noise coming from the televisions and the phone ringing. The kids are going to absolutely love all of the places they can spread out to play--it is party ready.
But the biggest flaw I realize as my footsteps echo around the walls, is that it needs to be filled up with kids. Our kids. We need to complete this move and get up here because this isn't going to be a home until they get here and we're in making new messes together.
It is remarkably empty, and the quiet isn't something I'm used to nor particularly like all that much.
As I spend a few hours here getting things ready like phones, cable and locks changed--I'm trying to get to know the house. There's things that I love--the double oven that looks as though it's never been used, the plantation shutters on every window that I like to open to let in more light, and all of the beautiful trees that frame the backyard.
I still hate the paint colors, but that's an easy fix scheduled for next week, and soon there will be more white noise coming from the televisions and the phone ringing. The kids are going to absolutely love all of the places they can spread out to play--it is party ready.
But the biggest flaw I realize as my footsteps echo around the walls, is that it needs to be filled up with kids. Our kids. We need to complete this move and get up here because this isn't going to be a home until they get here and we're in making new messes together.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
We pause in the moving preparations to meet "Jessica"
Of the thousands of details I have taken on to get our move off smoothly in less than a month, number 407 was to bring Jingle to the vet. We were woefully behind on shots, and I needed to get her a prescription for happy pills for our final departure/long ass drive out of Tampa.
So while we had a showing on the house (yay!) I packed Jingle and Jess up, and we headed to the vet.
This wasn't supposed to be a big deal in the grand scheme of things--Jingle's a pretty good dog (now) and it was really just a check-up. She was doing just fine until the nurse went to take her paw to draw blood, and then Jingle turned into this ferocious beast which required 3 aides, a muzzle and then a trip to the back room where they mysteriously injected the proper medicines. It was all surprisingly upsetting.
As we were leaving, standing by to pay a very high fee for such trouble, another dog came out of another room. A miniature schnauzer started yipping and yapping annoyingly. Jessie walked over to him, but his owner kind of freaked and yelled, 'He's not used to little kids!" and Jessie backed away.
The woman and her little dog left, barking the entire time before urinating on the floor of the waiting room, and I looked down at Jessie who had an uncharacteristic frown on her sweet face. She said, "I just wanted to pet that dog."
I hugged her and explained that some dogs get too scared if they don't know people.
She just looked at me and said sadly, "But I'm Jessica."
I think she's going to have a lot of new friends in Tennessee.
So while we had a showing on the house (yay!) I packed Jingle and Jess up, and we headed to the vet.
This wasn't supposed to be a big deal in the grand scheme of things--Jingle's a pretty good dog (now) and it was really just a check-up. She was doing just fine until the nurse went to take her paw to draw blood, and then Jingle turned into this ferocious beast which required 3 aides, a muzzle and then a trip to the back room where they mysteriously injected the proper medicines. It was all surprisingly upsetting.
As we were leaving, standing by to pay a very high fee for such trouble, another dog came out of another room. A miniature schnauzer started yipping and yapping annoyingly. Jessie walked over to him, but his owner kind of freaked and yelled, 'He's not used to little kids!" and Jessie backed away.
The woman and her little dog left, barking the entire time before urinating on the floor of the waiting room, and I looked down at Jessie who had an uncharacteristic frown on her sweet face. She said, "I just wanted to pet that dog."
I hugged her and explained that some dogs get too scared if they don't know people.
She just looked at me and said sadly, "But I'm Jessica."
I think she's going to have a lot of new friends in Tennessee.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
My weekend
I have signed a treaty that does not allow me to post any pictures, names or details of my farewell weekend away with the girls, but I think I would not be in violation of the terms if I just mention the following:
1.) Be careful of past goofy photographs as they may just end up on 2 cases of wine bottles.
2.) Two days is too short, but you can fit in 10 years worth of laughter in a weekend, especially when prompted with the contents of UrbanDictionary.com.
3.) More research is needed on the precise pudding shot technique as opposed to the Jello variety.
4.) Champagne toasts taste sweeter on the beach.
5.) I have the best friends in the whole wide world.
1.) Be careful of past goofy photographs as they may just end up on 2 cases of wine bottles.
2.) Two days is too short, but you can fit in 10 years worth of laughter in a weekend, especially when prompted with the contents of UrbanDictionary.com.
3.) More research is needed on the precise pudding shot technique as opposed to the Jello variety.
4.) Champagne toasts taste sweeter on the beach.
5.) I have the best friends in the whole wide world.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Not long now
(Please note that I'm typing with my fingers crossed because I've grown very superstitious and weary these last few weeks, so I can't jinx anything via blogging.)
I'm about to fax the last redundant document over to the mortgage company in preparation for closing tomorrow. That's all I want to say about that until they hand us the keys.
But in other news, I wrote an informative piece for the Times and a ridiculous one for you.
I'm about to fax the last redundant document over to the mortgage company in preparation for closing tomorrow. That's all I want to say about that until they hand us the keys.
But in other news, I wrote an informative piece for the Times and a ridiculous one for you.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Moving Sucks
So that offer probably isn't our buyer, so life goes on. Or rather life in this house goes on staged, cleaned and from a cardboard box.
Friends, I'm tired today. I'm tired from all of the stupid details that I have to attend to, the running and other ridiculously necessary things I have to do in a day.
One of those really irritating errands was a blood test this morning. This is a requirement for a new life insurance policy, because apparently State Farm has determined that if I should die, Sean will need quite a large sum of money to replace me. I'm not sure why this is, but I totally suggest getting into the rodeo clown business if you're looking for a career change because that's where there is great income potential.
Anyway, I had to fast for this test, (Because lord knows a cup of damn coffee might just throw off my body chemistry counts so hideously out of whack that modern science could not deem me insurable) so I was particularly cranky and headache-y in that hazy way when the nurse asked me to get on the scale. (For a split second, I was glad I was fasting.) It was one of those real official types--sliding weights and measures around like an abicus and so accurate you can't even take off 5 pounds by removing your shoes--but the nurse was having trouble with it.
"114, does that sound right?"
"Um, sure if we're not counting my bones, skin, and vital organs."
"Oh, sorry. I was 10 pounds off."
And you know what, I didn't even correct her that she may be a hair off from even that.
Because moving sucks and today the universe owed me at least 10 pounds.
And a damn cup of coffee.
Friends, I'm tired today. I'm tired from all of the stupid details that I have to attend to, the running and other ridiculously necessary things I have to do in a day.
One of those really irritating errands was a blood test this morning. This is a requirement for a new life insurance policy, because apparently State Farm has determined that if I should die, Sean will need quite a large sum of money to replace me. I'm not sure why this is, but I totally suggest getting into the rodeo clown business if you're looking for a career change because that's where there is great income potential.
Anyway, I had to fast for this test, (Because lord knows a cup of damn coffee might just throw off my body chemistry counts so hideously out of whack that modern science could not deem me insurable) so I was particularly cranky and headache-y in that hazy way when the nurse asked me to get on the scale. (For a split second, I was glad I was fasting.) It was one of those real official types--sliding weights and measures around like an abicus and so accurate you can't even take off 5 pounds by removing your shoes--but the nurse was having trouble with it.
"114, does that sound right?"
"Um, sure if we're not counting my bones, skin, and vital organs."
"Oh, sorry. I was 10 pounds off."
And you know what, I didn't even correct her that she may be a hair off from even that.
Because moving sucks and today the universe owed me at least 10 pounds.
And a damn cup of coffee.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Knock on wood
We interrupt this regularly update on our new house to give one on our current one: Houston, we have an offer.
Ok, who knows if this will lead to the eventual sale, but it is an offer and now the excruciating process of negotiating begins. At least I find it to be so.
So while I do not want to jinx it by counting all of those chickens yet, I will say out loud that I hope it is because selling this right now before entering October having to show this with four kids and a dog will save what little is left of my mind, body and soul. And to be able to move out knowing it won't be left vacant will be worth a boatload of worry cells as well.
So if this is it, I'll dig up St. Joseph and give to all of you out there with your fingers crossed.
Ok, who knows if this will lead to the eventual sale, but it is an offer and now the excruciating process of negotiating begins. At least I find it to be so.
So while I do not want to jinx it by counting all of those chickens yet, I will say out loud that I hope it is because selling this right now before entering October having to show this with four kids and a dog will save what little is left of my mind, body and soul. And to be able to move out knowing it won't be left vacant will be worth a boatload of worry cells as well.
So if this is it, I'll dig up St. Joseph and give to all of you out there with your fingers crossed.
Monday, September 20, 2010
For you, Intern
Danny warned me that since I hardly ever update anymore, I might be losing readers. Well, here you go, Intern. An update and countdown to our move.
We went to Nashville this weekend for a quick visit to check out Stevie's future hockey team as well as our new house. We put in an offer on a house that we spent a whopping 18 minutes in the first time around, because that's probably twice as long as we normally would make a life-altering decision. That's just how we roll. So this weekend I got 18 more minutes to check to see if there were blinds on the window and where the bathroom was.
Luckily, my memory was faulty, and I loved it even more now that I knew it is ours. (Almost.)
But there are a couple of things that we do need to change....
I've changed too many babies diapers to let this stand in the girls' room.
And I'd really like a working butler to work in this butler's pantry...
And unless all of the kids decide to go to LSU, these colors in the basement need to go.
But I love my new kitchen.
And upstairs loft which differs from the upstairs playroom complete with its own wetbar and ice maker.
Tomorrow (ish) I'll post pictures of the outside which is just as extreme in its awesomeness.
We went to Nashville this weekend for a quick visit to check out Stevie's future hockey team as well as our new house. We put in an offer on a house that we spent a whopping 18 minutes in the first time around, because that's probably twice as long as we normally would make a life-altering decision. That's just how we roll. So this weekend I got 18 more minutes to check to see if there were blinds on the window and where the bathroom was.
Luckily, my memory was faulty, and I loved it even more now that I knew it is ours. (Almost.)
But there are a couple of things that we do need to change....
I've changed too many babies diapers to let this stand in the girls' room.
And I'd really like a working butler to work in this butler's pantry...
And unless all of the kids decide to go to LSU, these colors in the basement need to go.
But I love my new kitchen.
And upstairs loft which differs from the upstairs playroom complete with its own wetbar and ice maker.
Tomorrow (ish) I'll post pictures of the outside which is just as extreme in its awesomeness.
Monday, September 13, 2010
About that house...
It's big and beautiful, and hopefully, soon to be ours.
We have a contract on this, and right now we're on that torturous stage of inspections, mortgages, appraisals and a host of other non-fun things before we can close and move in. I realize that these things are a necessity, but I hate this part.
This house is much different than the one we're in now. I remember 10 years ago walking into this one and saying, "It'll do." We were in the neighborhood we wanted, and I was so close to giving birth to Matty, and it just felt like anything with a roof would do at that point.
This one was different.
Each of us walked in and before we'd even toured then entire thing, everyone had announced that this was the one. The neighborhood, the location, the house...it just seems to fit us right now.
It's big--but I'm ready to fill it. Besides a big family that deserves some elbow room, I want frequent guests. I want room enough for friends and family around the country to stay with us. I want to do all of the tourist things in Nashville (and there is a lot!) and I want to share that with everyone.
So come and sit a spell on our back porch, and we'll go to the Grand Ole Opry and anything else that city has to offer. It's a new adventure and I want you all to join us.
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
It's been kind of a busy week...
In the past seven days I've put the house on the market, traveled to Nashville where we toured two schools, 17 houses, and the downtown metropolitan area; bought number 14 of that lot, started the school transfer procedures, shown this house twice, continued with bathroom renovations and managed to get everyone to school, baseball, football and cheerleading practices. On time.
To say I'm exhausted would be fair, but I am also excited and overwhelmed.
First, this house.
It sucks to sell a house when the bathroom is still being remodeled and you have the world's hairiest dog and Jesso to cleanup after. I just walk behind them all day with a Clorox wipe and a Swiffer. Not that I have time, but I'm afraid to cook a meal because I don't want the house to smell like some of the ones we toured. Every single routine has been disrupted, and I sort of feel like I'm not really living here because everything that gave this house personality--our personality--is boxed up and sitting in the garage in order to sell it.
I get it, I'm just over it already.
And then there's the new house.
I love it. We love it. We walked in the front door, and even before we saw every room we all announced seperately that this was it. It just felt like home. immediately. It's big and beautiful and I just saw us there. I haven't felt that way in a long time.
But even that wonderful experience is stressballs because now there are offers and counter offers, mortgage shopping and gathering of documents, inspections and appraisals and all of the non-fun stuff that goes along with buying a house. I want to just skip ahead to the picking out paint swatches and eating Chinese food on cardboard boxes waiting for the movers to arrive.
But I guess that's not going to happen until we get through a few more months of Swiffering.
To say I'm exhausted would be fair, but I am also excited and overwhelmed.
First, this house.
It sucks to sell a house when the bathroom is still being remodeled and you have the world's hairiest dog and Jesso to cleanup after. I just walk behind them all day with a Clorox wipe and a Swiffer. Not that I have time, but I'm afraid to cook a meal because I don't want the house to smell like some of the ones we toured. Every single routine has been disrupted, and I sort of feel like I'm not really living here because everything that gave this house personality--our personality--is boxed up and sitting in the garage in order to sell it.
I get it, I'm just over it already.
And then there's the new house.
I love it. We love it. We walked in the front door, and even before we saw every room we all announced seperately that this was it. It just felt like home. immediately. It's big and beautiful and I just saw us there. I haven't felt that way in a long time.
But even that wonderful experience is stressballs because now there are offers and counter offers, mortgage shopping and gathering of documents, inspections and appraisals and all of the non-fun stuff that goes along with buying a house. I want to just skip ahead to the picking out paint swatches and eating Chinese food on cardboard boxes waiting for the movers to arrive.
But I guess that's not going to happen until we get through a few more months of Swiffering.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Proof I didn't pack myself in a box yet
Readying the house for a buyer and the kids for school has been time-consuming and completely exhausting, and I'm trying to fit everything in and get everything done on this ever-expanding to-do list.
I'm failing.
But I did finally get a post up about heart condition on Whoa Momma.
I'm failing.
But I did finally get a post up about heart condition on Whoa Momma.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
New routine
Well, here they are, bright and early on the first day of 1st and 5th grades.
And here is what Jess and Jing did 5 minutes after they left.
And here is what Jess and Jing did 5 minutes after they left.
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