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Thursday, September 11, 2008

I can't even come up with a clever title. I got nothing.

Well, we survived our trip to IL. We had a ton more stuff in that house than we thought we did. We were going to share a storage unit with my brother and ended up taking up the whole thing almost. We got to see old near and dear friends. Kids got to see their cousins and we went to the Brookfield Zoo. We got to see Stingray Bay. We ate pizza (my favorite food group). I had coffee with my girlfriends. I needed that so much (the pizza, coffee and girlfriends!). Remy got to see her friends at her old school and visit with them at lunch! We ended up staying an extra night, which worked out okay.

We have survived the first two weeks of school. It's absolutely crazy. I can't believe my kids are in school-school. With all the homework and figuring out what the kids have on what day and what is due when. I said lastnight I am like an official mom now. This makes it feel really real. I actually think I can feel them growing up. Maybe because it hurts a little. To see them grow up so fast.

I have been crazy busy and then again I have been a whole bunch of nothing. I saw a few doctors here. Had the ultrasound done, which showed no abnormalities. So, it's not menopause. That's good. I should assume that the sweats (I have them right now in fact) are from my antidepressants?

Got a letter in the mail the other day from that department store I interviewed with. Said "Though I displayed great qualities, I am not what that particular department store looks for in an employee." Wha? At first I was like all mad. I just got turned down for a job. In retail. Isn't it hard to not get a job in retail? But really, I felt so relieved. I don't really want to go back to work. But, I kind of need to go back to work. But after the way these last two weeks have gone, what with the meeting after meeting and event after event and homework and serving dinner at nine o'clock, I'd never have been able to pull off the job. Still trying to figure out what I should do to make some extra money.

The house. First offer was denied. We received another offer this week for 500,000 (it's listed at 599,000) and hoping that the mortgage company will accept this offer for a short sale. Mark has finally befriended a guy at Chase that has been so helpful. Finally a decent human being at the mortgage company! Pray for a sale! We need closure and to move forward people!

My brother made a delivery late last night of some of the kids’ toys (there is actually more to come up here!), the winter coats and my fall/winter shoes. Again, we are living amongst boxes! You can't walk through the kitchen without tripping. Dax is so happy to have his Diego toys back again and his favorite matchbox of a “White Sox” semi. He he. He has all his cars spread out all over the floor. It's like Christmas. Or like trying to walk over hot coals.

Looking forward to the weekend. Dax has a soccer game in the morning. It's "away". Remy has a playdate with a new friend. I am glad that she has bonded with her, as we are also getting to know her family. They go to our church, too. It's nice to be doing things. It's nice to go to the store and run into people you know. I’m trying to think less about what others think of me. (Another reason I am glad to be here... as I've said before, I feel like I can finally be "me.") I am trying to listen when others talk and learn about them. It’s hard for me to not talk. I love to talk. I am trying to remember peoples' names. There are so many to remember. There are a lot of really nice people I want to remember. It feels like home. Not a vacation destination, anymore. I am feeling like I have always been here. Or maybe I feel like I belong.

This is when I feel like things are too good to be true. I feel like the fall is coming.

2 comments:

Kate said...

C-

It was a surreal adjustment for me as well. Am I living in a Norman Rockwell painting, or what? (Can we say Pleasantville!?!?!?) Funny, we moved here and I was shooting for a similar goal - not as much "Keeping-Up-With-The-Jonses" as there was in Atlanta. I just wanted to be happy here and with what we have. It's a different lifestyle, but it's worth it. Wait till you see the kids sledding at The Bowl this winter. The first time I saw it I cried. Literally.

I'm glad we're getting to know each other.

K

Anonymous said...

I know that fall is your favorite time of year, and hopefully this year, fall in a much different place will bring you peace and a sense of calmness.

I am glad that people up there are starting to figure out what an amazing woman you are and what a good friend you can be.

You are loved.