I’ve come to realize that I really, really, don’t like dead, furry rodents. Living furry rodents don’t bug me much - just the dead ones.
Still, buggy rodents - dead or alive - just give me the heebie-jeebies.
Lately, I have been a grumpy, mood-swinging, insanely-frustrating person to live with. And that’s just how I feel - who knows how Seth is dealing with me.
To be fair, there’s a lot of new stress that I don’t know how to deal with - that’s the problem with new stress. Old stress - sure, it sucks, but at least you sort of know how to deal. But this new stress (newly married, too much stuff in our tiny little apartment, bought a new house, majority of last three weeks spent out of town for work) is still sort of a mystery for me. I haven’t figured out yet how to deal with the fact that there’s no food in the house because in the three weeks I was (mostly) gone, nobody ever made a trip to the grocery store to pick up things like milk, or butter, or anything else (seriously - yesterday Seth told me he was going to make mac & cheese. When I get home, though, he says "It might taste sort of funny. I forgot we were out of milk. And butter. I substituted ricotta for the milk (this has been done before, and actually works pretty well), and I threw in some vegetable oil for the butter. Yeah…vegetable oil. I grabbed some fast food before I went back to work).
Also, too, I think my new birth control is making everything worse. Really - I can tell that I am more bipolarific than usual. It doesn’t make sense, as the new stuff is just the generic version of the old, but there’s something going on that just isn’t right. At least I’m aware of it, though, so maybe I can try to avoid the mood swings, although I’m not sure how successful I’m going to be. Just this morning, I had a minor tantrum, because I couldn’t find the shoe I needed. That could be a result of the fact that our room is a wasteland of dirty laundry (and probably some clean laundry mixed in, too). It’s hard to keep both of our wardrobes in order, since there isn’t enough closet space for my wardrobe, let alone both of ours. I asked Seth to try to gather up the laundry so we can start putting a dent in in tonight. I think he’ll actually do it, too, since he says he saw a roach in the bathroom this morning. He’s okay with lots of things, but roaches piss him off and gross him out. So who knows? Maybe I’ll come home to an apartment that shines like the top of the Chrysler Building!
No matter what, though, I’m hoping to begin the actual moving process this weekend. We did some painting last Sunday, and we’re working on it some more tonight and Friday night, and I’m planning to be there all day Saturday with a friend or two while he’s at work, and I really think (hope) that all the painting will be finished, and we can start bringing over the essentials: our bed, our clothes, our food, and our toiletries. Everything else can wait.
Well.
That was a bit of a break, wasn’t it? Couldn’t be helped, really.
Well, okay, I suppose it could have been helped. If I’d really wanted to help. But I was traveling, see, and it was for work, and I was just too exhausted to help it.
I’m back now, although I leave again tomorrow at 6:30. How do you like that? I was gone for five days, got back last Friday, and I’m leaving again a short five days later. I’ll get home on Saturday night, probably pretty late. Then I’ll leave again on the next Wednesday, finally returning that Friday.
Meh. Three trips in three weeks. Last week was Denver, this week is Philadelphia, and next week is Greensboro, NC. The joy, people. The JOY! I can hardly contain my excitment to get on the plane, headed for a 4 day convention wherein I will represent my company at the exhibition hall of a national conference, on my feet for over 8 hours a day.
In happier news, Seth and I are signing the final papers for our new house today. We are closing. CLOSING! I wasn’t sure this day would actually come. Of course, now that it’s here, I’m worrying about how we’re going to pay the mortgage while continuing to pay the remainder of my lease, and his, and oh yeah, maybe we should eat at least once a day. And I have to work at my second job tonight, so we have to delay the celebratory drinking-wine-in-the-middle-of-an-empty-house we had planned for this evening. We’re only delaying it a few hours, but still. Here’s hoping I don’t have a hangover on the way to the airport!
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This past weekend was fun. I went home to hear Lindsay in her Senior Recital. Although I may not have entirely approved of her outfit (this would be a reference to an inside joke. Lindsay, do you care if I explain it?), she did a great job. Maybe she’ll have a recording to share soon.
Grandaddy came up from texas to hear her, and while he was there Mom was discussing giving me Grandmommy’s [really, really] old Singer sewing machine ("It only does straight lines, but it does better straight lines than any sewing machine I’ve ever seen," she said). Hearing this, he instead offered to give me Grandmommy’s last sewing machine - the powerhouse she bought for quilting, along with the sewing desk and everything else. I am so honored and excitied - we’ll probably bring it home at Thanksgiving. I’ll have to learn how to use it, though, so I’ll have to give Lexy (a very good college friend who teaches FACS) a call.