Between the heat, the humidity, too much coffee, and an overwhelming stress ball in my stomach...I can't sleep. We've been running our lives based on keeping our house clean for viewings and open houses. We've been out looking at so many houses they are starting to blur together.
With a sigh of relief, its definitely been easier since the kids left for Grandma's house. I have no laundry piles, no sticky counters, and no pee on my toilet seats! You'd really think I'd be all calm and chilled out. Except I lay there at night running thru all the chaos that will begin once we sell and move. I have to remember to do this...or do that...plus all the regular life stuff, like remembering my car inspection is due by next month (Someone please remind me in August!). Oh, and both kids got sick at camp so I've been dealing with that long-distance.
I've had the same dream three times in the last two weeks about forgetting to register Jer for school. He shows up to a random school and they tell him he's not at the right one, and then he spends the rest of the day travelling from school to school, like an abandoned puppy, trying to find one that will accept him. What does that even mean?? Premonition of things to come?
BAAHHH!!! I'm NEVER moving again once this is over!!
Oh, and for those of you who are local to my area....there's a certain type of underwater vessel arriving in the waters within the week that runs off a certain type of power that, oh I don't know, rhymes with say....Nu-klee-ear...I can't even say it, as I am TERRIFIED of them....plus there's that dumb rule about not being able to talk about what happens within the government when you are a government employee. It's like fight club...except we protect corrupt, overpaid, underworked cabinet members....ah shit...I think I just broke rule #1.
Basically, there's a map that marks off the areas of destruction if previously mentioned vessel were to have a boo-boo and go kaboom. I am located within the "Holy shit...you are dead batman" zone. Which, in a weird way, sort of calms me down a bit. I'd rather be dead than three-eyed and fighting off zombies for the rest of the my life.
So you see how maybe I'm not sleeping well?? Selling a house, ruining a child's education, apparently not caring about the other child's education as she's nowhere to be found in my dreams, fearing for my life, all the while trying to figure out where Cory Monteith and Adam Brody are hiding (OMG>>>>>>> they are totally here btw, filming a movie!!! SQUEEEAL!), AND trying to plan a master-stalk on Cyndi Lauper when she comes to town next week. Life is just so damn stressful!
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