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Thursday
Oct062005

Can't sleep.

I woke up at 6am this morning with a headache.  There's a fire raging not far from here, and I can smell the smoke.  It's making me cough and giving me the headache, I'm pretty sure, but I like fresh air, so I've only closed 1/2 the windows in the house.  This is, like, the 3rd such fire that's been in that area in the past couple of months.  Kinda scary.

My mom left yesterday to drive to New Mexico to attend a friend's daughter's wedding.  At the last minute she asked if she could take Marissa with her, and Bryan and I said yes, even though Marissa missed a lot of school last week because she was sick.  Marissa was super excited to go see the place where I "grew up", even though I didn't really grow up there, I just lived there for 5 years.  I hope my mom has time to take her to White Sands and drive her past my old high school and maybe do some sight-seeing.

Since Marissa's gone and Bryan has school I don't really know what to do with myself.  I've been cooking intricate dinners from scratch (we're talking de-boning whole chickens here, people), doing dishes and laundry, sorting through stuff to get rid of in preparation for our move, watering the lawn, vacuuming, and trying to engage Phoebe in independent play (the child will NOT play by herself, so finding something to occupy her is a challenge).

So, we might be moving to the next city over, in a different County.  My sister and her husband were renting a 2 bedroom apartment, but they left to move to Arizona and still have, like, 7 months left on their lease.  I went to look at the place the other day, and it's really really tiny.  Like, the size of a shoebox.  I don't have a problem living in a small space, and I'm actually kind of looking forward to downsizing our stuff, but Bryan really doesn't want to let a lot of this stuff go, so I'm dreading the fights we're going to have over it.  Sometimes he's just so unrealistic it's frightening.  There's no way we could afford a bigger apartment, and we've had tons of time to look for something here, but we just haven't done it.  Really, we made the decision to take this place by our inactivity, but for some reason he feels like we have no choice and we're being forced into moving into the shoebox. 

I'm dreading moving, because every time I've been pregnant I've had to move, and it's a damn pain in my ass, pregnant or not.  At the same time, though, I'm looking forward to not having a water bill or a gas bill or a trash bill, and I'm looking forward to having my a space where no one can come over and yell at me for not having cleaned out the pool.  It will be really nice for us to have our own apartment again, as tiny as it may be.  I think the change will be good for me.

 

Reader Comments (6)

Well, I am glad to hear you found a place at least. I was worried for you. Chad is the same way about hanging onto stuff, we're buldging at the seams with boxes. What is it with guys? Maybe if he has to move it all again he'll filter through and get rid of stuff he doesn't need?
Oct 6, 2005 at 5:41AM | Unregistered Commenterkrystyn
So it is for sure that your dad is selling the house you are living in? Such a bummer to have to move while pregnant. WIll this mean a new school for Marissa? Just when you got the principal broke in right. There is something to be said for having a maitanence man to call up and fix things. Brian probably won't notice that half the stuff he thought he had to have is now missing. Good luck
Oct 6, 2005 at 11:36AM | Unregistered CommenterMarita
Dude, when I get time to myself I don't even think about chicken... I SLEEP! Kudos to you for being a "real" mom. And I'm glad you found a place for the time being. Sorry it's not my mythical yurt. Dammit.

Smooches on your pretty head!

Oct 6, 2005 at 12:54PM | Unregistered CommenterGinger
Good to read that you have a place to live. Downsizing is good! You'd be surprised at how much of your stuff you can really do without. I've downsized twice and felt a lot freer once I realized I didn't need that broken clock radio, those fourteen umbrellas, those seven calculators...you get my drift here, I'm sure!
Oct 6, 2005 at 3:22PM | Unregistered CommenterVanessa
Chickens have bones?!

Yeah moving sucks ass, I can't imagine doing it while pregnant but having your own space (and less bills) is priceless.
Oct 7, 2005 at 3:51AM | Unregistered CommenterCara
I'm all for becoming a minimalist. Seriously, it took us an hour and a half to move everything out of storage and into the Uhaul truck, and then an hour to unload it here. YEAH! And that was all the stuff before we went through it to get our goodwill boxes ready. Now my mom, on the otherhand, it took us DAYS to move her. And she's single. Sheesh.
Oct 9, 2005 at 3:02PM | Unregistered CommenterCandice

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