Today was better.
Things happened, stuff got delivered, children were coddled by grandparents who let me work, my Lululemon stock sold for 3 times what I bought it for.
Our house kind of looks semi-lived in. There is a couch in the living room, a tv currently tuned to brainlessness, a six-pack of super delicious locally brewed beer in the fridge minus one, and a found bucket full of weeds I plucked from the garden. Tomorrow the packers come to unpack...step by step by forward taking step.
Despite the 6 extra bags of garbage found at yet another hidden place in the garden (bringing that to a total of 18 bags left by the previous owners), despite finding out that my husband will be taking his first trip away in 2 weeks, despite, despite, despite, things are good.
I have moments when it hits me that we are here to stay, that we are in a new house starting over again (for the third time in as many years), and that I've got alot of work to do that, for the most part, I'll be doing without the help of my beloved. I have to wake myself away from the ensuing panic, remind myself that this is fun, that this is MY project.
His project, her project. We have reached a fork in our collective road.
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