A Long Story Made Short

We're taking the house off the market, at least for a month or two. It's complicated but excellent news with better benefits at the end. And I'm thrilled. Ecstatic. And, mostly, I'm incredibly relieved.

Now Begins The Upward Swing. I Hope.

This morning I woke up with the sun shining in on me and I didn't groan and throw a pillow over my head. For the first time in months, I didn't feel tired or grouchy when it was time to start our day. Yesterday was not so good. In fact, I'm embarrassed by the ugliness of it all.

My ears rang the entire day. Not the little buzzing that I've had off and on since I was in elementary school. No, this was painful and distracting. Every word I said made a bell begin to chime in my head. In fact, it was so loud that at one point I answered the phone, sure I'd heard it ringing. But, no, it was just me and my stuffy head. When every word echoes, metallic, inside your skull do you realize how hard it is to read bedtime stories? Agony.

So, there was that. And I was moody from what else? Sleepiness, hormones, just good old fashioned frustration? I don't know. All I can say is that I lost it. I blew up at Liv over a bowl of jello. Yep, orange jiggly stuff. And I told J his job sucks. So, it was a day of not feeling good and overreactions. Like I said, embarrassing.

But, today, ahh, today is better. There is no ringing. There is no stuffy head. The sun is shining and I'm not that tired. It's Thursday, which isn't magical for me, but it's one step closer to the weekend and one step closer to summer. I'm a short timer, I have senioritis, I'm ready to move on. Patience is hard but I'm working on it, trying to appreciate our time here before we relocate. And, of course, I'm hoping that we discover an end to this long, drawn out process soon. It's been 13 months, 6 days and I'm still counting...

Goodbye, Mickey

The weekend brought an end to our sneaky mouse and the beginnings of a cold or the flu for me. Coincidence? I'm not so sure.