May 26, 2009
I feel like I’m barely keeping my head above water these days. I suppose that’s not all that surprising given all that has been going on lately.
Selling our house. OH MY LORD, is this crap stressful. I am A Planner. I like to know what’s going to happen- at least with major events like WHERE WE WILL BE LIVING. So this whole finding a house we love and making an offer and then having until June 15 to sell our house otherwise we lose out on the other house thing is basically sucking. We’ve had 6 or 7 buyers come to see the house since last week, 1 buyer came back a second time and was ready to make an offer and suddenly changed their minds. Then we had an offer come in today that is The Worst Offer Ever To Be Made On A House, Ever. Seriously. We would actually be LOSING money if we took it. Dude is insane and our agent agrees. We are probably going to counter offer tomorrow and see what happens… my guess is, we’ll never hear from him again after that. But we’ll see. In the meantime, hoping for more showings and we’re having an open house on Sunday. Tell your friends!
The house-showing thing is interesting as well. Trying to keep a house clean enough for showings is fun when you have a kid who likes to play with all of her toys at the same time in every single room of your house. And did you know you have to hide your garbage cans? If I had a place big enough to hide my garbage cans in this house, we probably wouldn’t need to move. DUH. I also realized that when all of our laundry is washed, folded, and actually put away? WE DON’T HAVE ROOM FOR IT ALL. My middle dresser drawer is wedged shut with t-shirts. I can barely open it.
I am trying to stay calm and stress-free about it all but I’m starting to have a tough time. We leave for vacation in less than 2 weeks and if our house hasn’t sold by then, I’m probably going to lose my mind. And the deadline for us selling is 2 days after we get home from vacation. So I’m totally picturing us at the beach, frantically driving around trying to find a fax machine and calling our agent and trying to get This Crap Done before time runs out. We really want that house. I will cry if it all falls apart.
I’m considering just moving into a cardboard box and calling it a day.
Then there’s Work. It’s just… work. Emails, clients, overdue invoices, sites to code, new things to learn, meetings to schedule and meetings to attend, designs to create. The list is never-ending. I enjoy it most days, but I am honestly almost always either working, sleeping, or watching Maggie. TIRED.
Having a Toddler. Wow so yeah, my kid is 2, you guys. Complete with Tantrums and Kisses and Independence and Giggles. Infuriating and awesome all at once. She’s a big girl now, unless it comes to going pee on the potty, then she’s all about the diaper. But if I want to help her put her shoes on, she throws a fit and also throws her shoe at me. Then she’ll turn around and give me a face kiss: grabs my face with both hands and gives me a huge kiss. How on earth am I supposed to stay mad at her when she pulls that stuff?
Okay so when I put it all out in a list like that, it doesn’t seem like all that much. BUT DUDE. I’m so tired. Mentally and physically and emotionally just TIRED. I think that’s why I’ve been ignoring writing a blog post that has more than pictures or a recipe. I try to keep my blog Fun! and Light! and Non-Serious! and I don’t want to be a downer. But this is what’s happening and I need to brain dump, lest it overflow and my head explodes.
I’m going to have a glass of wine now. It’s been opened in the fridge for like a month and probably tastes terrible, but it should do the trick on my nerves. THEY ARE SHOT.