I am in the in-between these days and I am about to tear my hair out. I've packed just about all I can pack and we're living as minimalists. But I can't really pack anything else because we need it. Also, once my mom's house is mostly ready for us to move to, I can bring things over in the back of our van bit by bit--I don't actually have to pack the rest. Every time I go to my mom's it feels as if nothing has been done, although I know that's not true. The workers spent several hours over the last few days staining doors and trim. Whoop-de-doo. But they have to get the trim in before they can lay the carpet, and they have to lay the carpet before we can start moving. So there's a lot of waiting around for the pieces to fall into place. I am also falling out of love with our current house. Knowing we won't be here any longer, I can fully appreciate all the issues it has. Each quirk drives me nutty and grates on my nerves. I walk through the rooms and feel the weight of how much I need to do to get out of this place. Multiply that by the multiple rooms I walk through and you can tell I'm like a homeless wanderer in my own home. All this "not getting things done" came to a head today and I went at my eyebrows rather aggressively. So although my life feels disorganized and in shambles, my eyebrows look fabulous! Good thing too, as I have a feeling I'll be with my kids in the ER tonight given their current activities: light saber duels and climbing on the ladder (see it in the background?) to look at the baby birds in a nest by our gutter. The odds are in my favor that someone will require stitches, so it's a good day for well-groomed eyebrows.
Funny how I was joking about the lucky shirt, but something went right yesterday. The couple that loved our house after seeing 9 others put in an offer late yesterday. It's a decent offer, especially given the market right now. We shall accept and if all goes well we can close on June 30. Perfect, perfect, perfect! Oddly enough we have another showing this morning at 9:30, which we will keep just in case. And I'll clean the house, I really will. But I don't feel the need to be obsessive-compulsive about it. What a great feeling. Extra bonus: Lily got herself some new shorts so she doesn't have to wear sweatpants to school today.
*this photo has absolutely nothing to do with my post, but I just love it! many thanks to anne who turned me on to the White House photos on flickr.
for the house to sell, that is. It has been on the market for 17 days (as of today) which is really not very long. It just feels long to me. I am so ready to move I can barely contain it. The kids are ready too. I hope to meet with the contractor today to talk about getting the new flooring/carpeting in and the walls painted in the kids bedrooms a.s.a.p. As soon as that's completed, we can start moving our things over. Living here (in our current house) is fine but our hearts are really at my mom's and waiting is no longer exciting. It's just plain grueling.
We had three showings yesterday. One I don't know anything about yet but our realtor will give us an update today. The second showing was great, but our house was the very first house they had looked at and they have to sell their own house before they buy anything. So unless we want to wait for them to make an offer in December, we'll keep plugging along. The third showing had the most potential. A recently divorced man who has been renting but is now ready to buy. He has custody of his kids on the weekends, so he brought his kids along and according to early reports the kids loved it! If the children could have made an offer, they would have. The dad was concerned though about fitting his king-sized bed up the stairs and finding the right wall for his gigantic plasma tv and shelves. But his kids were literally begging. It was sunny and warm yesterday, and because we live across the street from a large park, they were salivating at the thought of "all this someday being theirs."
So pray for Divorced Dad #1 to want to do whatever his children want. And pray he'll just figure out he can buy a smaller bed and new furniture if he wants.
This photo was taken after I had cleaned the house for HOURS before a showing. I went outside and found these two dunderheads up to their necks in wet, gloppy sand. Z actually had it in his mouth. I wound up throwing some of their clothes away--it was that bad. And don't be fooled. They were positively filthy. Their brown skin makes it hard to see all the grime, but it was there. Trust me. It was there.
Guess what I got for Mother's Day? Sand in every orifice of my kids' bodies. They buried Lily, then they buried Carver, and because he couldn't resist...they buried Zinabu.
I also got the sweetest hand-written notes from them, which completely made up for the sand. Zinabu wrote: Thank you for making me good food!
Lily wrote: Thank you for helping me make muffins. I love you.
Carver wrote: Thank you for loving us. I know it is hard sometimes but you do it anyway.
I said to Carver, "Oh honey, it's not hard to love you!"
Carver said, "I know it's not hard to love me. It must be hard to love Lily and Zinabu."
Humble, isn't he?
The quickest way to write this post would be, "It's crazy around here." But where's the fun in that?
Here's the long version. You know when someone gets an organ transplant and they have to take loads of medicine and they're monitored closely in case their body "rejects" said organ? Well, I think my body is rejecting life right now. It's acting in odd ways. I pulled a clump of hair out of my head in the shower this morning, I have heartburn that my doctor told me "requires a prescription" (ominous, isn't it?), my appetite has not been seen since sometime last week, and I do things like forget to put on deodorant, so I am socially-repulsive by 4 pm.
There are 11 school days left in the school year, and then I somehow have to keep our house clean every waking moment. We've had some big issues with one of our kiddos lately, and I am starting to feel like I don't think I can parent anymore. Taking care of my kids has been a breeze compared to the roads we're going to embark on in the next few years. There's a big, bad, yucky world out there and I don't like it one bit. How do I navigate that? I mean, I used to worry about my kids not out-growing their new shoes too soon, and lately I've begun worrying about bullying, Internet porn, drugs, and shoplifting. Let's just say I'm not sleeping very well at night.
How do other parents do this?
David, bless his heart, gets the husband of the year award. I call him at random times throughout the day and leave him cryptic messages like, "Honey, I am really concerned about Lily being a perfectionist. What if she can't ever let herself make a mistake? What if she develops an eating disorder?" or some other such nonsense. He probably dreams of slipping me some Benadryl to mildly sedate me. And to think I actually want to add a 4th child to our family!
We had a lot of interest in the house the first 3 days it's been on the market. One couple seemed sure to put in an offer, but the husband felt that there wouldn't be enough storage here. Huh? What does he have, a yacht collection? Oops, there went another clump of hair. I best quit while I'm ahead.
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Put A Little Chicken Dance In Your Weekend
To say I'm exhausted would be putting it mildly. Keeping the house spotless is hard. Uber hard. There have been some not-so-pretty moments when I chased after the kids with cleaning wipes. We survived both open houses where we could not be home from 2 to 5 on Sat. and Sun. Saturday we were hosting Lily's birthday party at the roller skating rink. Sunday I wandered around town aimlessly with the kids. We got some playground time in and hit the library. Carver feels especially offended that we have to leave our house when strangers want to come look at it. He takes it personally. It would be amazing if we could find a buyer in the next few weeks because I'm not sure how long I can live like this.
Here's a video of part of the birthday fun. 10 points if you can find the Ethiopian on skates.