…everything…all that the same time.
Here’s the list:
1. We are buying a house!!! Hurray!!! Now while I am so excited about that fact there have been a few (understatement) setbacks that are really starting to get to us. I won’t bore you with details but our closing, which was suppose to be, Feb. 25th is now March 18th. The lease on our apartment is up on March 31st. Now if we’d been able to keep the first closing date we would have had enough time to get quite a bit on the interior work done on the house. Sanding and polishing floors, painting, some upgrades in the bathrooms etc. Not major stuff but still stuff. But now….crunch time. We can do it but the added stress due to lack of time doesn’t help.
2. Packing, packing, packing. You never realize how much yarn you have until you have to move it. Not to mention all the other crap you accumulate over the years. But there is always a positive spin. Purge, purge, purge. If I haven’t used it in some way, shape or form in the last year it’s outta here…
3. Taxes are due and while that is not a major thing, it is still one more thing.
3. Kira has contracted the Roseola virus or so my pediatrician believes it to be. So far she is presenting with all the symptoms and we are just waiting for the ugly (as I’ve been told rash) to appear. This is also called Sixth Disease. How did all this happen you ask? As a well-meaning mum I decided it was time to take my daughter out into the world for a bit of socializing and play time. Not to mention some interacting with other mums for me. So last Friday, 3/5, we went to our first music class. Kira loves music, of any kind. Lullaby, world music (Putumayo, in particular), calypso, reggae, dancehall (not too much), blue grass, country, every kind of music you can think of. She even starts dancing and clapping her hands to tv commercials, and cell phone ring tones. Out of respect for the coordinators/creators of this class I won’t name them since it is not their fault but the fault of some unthinking, completely clueless mother who decided it was ok to bring her son to class with the big, bright, red rash on his face, which I didn’t notice until she came up to me at the end of class to say hello. We were on opposite sides of the room for the 45 min session. But that brief hello was all it took. 6 days later (the perfect incubation time) my daughter wakes up from her morning nap with a 101. 7 fever. Which by the time I called (not even an hour) the pediatrician was 102. 8. (insert colorful expletive here)!!!! There are so many curses I want to use right now but what for. They won’t make her any better. I’m just upset.
4. I’m also upset because Chris has been dealing with a lot of change at work. While he is not in jeopardy of losing his job, he has been put in a position that doesn’t give him much of a “voice”. It is very difficult to watch someone you love struggle and while in the grand scope of things it is not life-threatening, it is hurtful to him and in turn to me. I do understand darling, I really do.
5. My sister-in-law is also buying a house and closing within days of us, her 35th birthday is April 17 and she is getting married on April 10th. Now while that doesn ‘t affect us directly, it does affect us. There’s no way Chris isn’t going to help his sister move. Nor will he let any of the momentous occasions go without recognition.
6. Here’s another thing that while it doesn’t affect me directly I’m still incredibly bothered by it. Have you seen the report about the baby that died in a sling, an Infantino sling to be exact. The company is now being sued and every news program, tv and radio is warning about the dangers of wearing your baby in a sling. When we went to music class last week some of the mothers were admiring my sling and said I should make and sell them. And this incident is the reason why I would I rather cut my hands off first.
There are a few more things on the list but…I’ll save them for another post. Kira just fell asleep and while I know I should sleep too I just have to knit a few rows. Sometimes that is much more restorative to me.
Sorry for the long rant and not even a picture to make the reading worth it. I’ll make up for it.