October 29, 2014

I got dressed for this?

On Wednesdays mornings I help out in Gray's class. This means I have to put on an actual outfit and sort of do my hair. I get ready and make my way to the kitchen where the dishes are piled high despite my breaking down and buying paper plates earlier this week so I could catch up. There is no catching up in here.

Everyone wants breakfast sandwiches made to order and I do it because I have kids who hardly eat so when they want something I jump at it. More dirty pans and plates and knives but everyone eats.

In the meantime Gray's latest ailment is a broken leg that apparently happened last night even though he slept fine. He's hopping around and I'm not having it. I got dressed and all. He's going. Suddenly he can walk. Then I turn and look at Ivy. She's got two crusty pink eyes.

There's been a kid home every day this week. Which means I am stuck home, too. We have things to get done and instead more is coming un-done. We are supposed to be moving house and are only moving in reverse. This is maddddddening.

Last week when the guys came to replace our broken window they brought the wrong window. And I was relieved because we're going to list the house as soon as the window is fixed and now I just got another week or two and man I need it.

October 21, 2014

More waiting.

There is a cleaning person at my house and I did not clean before she came. I told her I would be over  here in the living room "working" which is totally true and I'm also maybe waiting until I have more lives on Candy Crush. That is exactly the kind of thing I do when there are so many things to do and I don't know where to start.

There is a small dumpster in my driveway. I'm about to fill it with the stuff in the garage that needs to go and will not be making it to the next move because it should have never made the move here from the last move.

We haven't listed our house for sale yet because... waiting. Waiting on me to get over my cold and get back on track to getting it show ready. Waiting on the cleaning person to deep clean. Waiting on a window to be replaced. Waiting waiting. And it's okay, because I am a big believer in perfect timing, so this must be just part of the story. No hurry. More ocean.

We also have no idea where we are moving to. I can't even narrow down which city it should be. We can live in the super cool college town with beautiful views but our house might be smaller and with no yard. Also busy roads. Small town living has gotten me wayyy used to only 3 stop lights. Or we could live out in the country. I like space and trees and views -- and less stop lights --  but the kids want a neighborhood and houses right next door.

I guess as long as we have good schools and a roof over our heads, it does not matter. But please oh please have a nice kitchen and lots of windows.

October 8, 2014

Quittin' Time

There are several instances in my life that can be marked as roll-up-your-sleeves times. I am in one of those times right now. I smell like carpet cleaner. Have been scrubbing off and on today. Everything in the name of getting the house ready to sell. The washing machine won't drain and the refrigerator won't stop draining onto the kitchen floor. I am tired and snapping at my kids which makes me not like myself very much at all, and so many other things.

My mom is flying here tomorrow so that Jeff and I can go away for our anniversary this weekend. Fifteen years deserves a weekend away. Vegas would be nice but now it's house-hunting in Corvallis. Which is still nice because I've never been and am anxious to see where we're going to be living. And also I've already put in for Vegas for our sweet sixteen.

Anyway, we finally got our Seattle appointment so my mom's going to head up there with us next week and then fly back to Chicago after that. There's just so much still to do and you roll up your sleeves and eventually you get through it, you make it, and it all gets done but there comes a point in the evening of a roll-up-your-sleeves day where you have to call it quits and just curl up with that book you've been reading forever now because as soon as you finally do get to open it your eyes go to sleep.

The tiredness and utter exhaustion sure has been a constant in motherhood. I can look back at it over the years, almost fondly. At least it's one thing we can count on. You'd just think that something so amazing as being a mom could get a break once and a while rather than it breaking us. When is motherhood's quittin' time? I'm too tired to finish this thought, but I get it.