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2 August 2010

Poor J.

I’ve been a raging you-know-what the past few weeks.  No one told me that AFTER picking out the house but BEFORE settling, I’d still be feeling anxious.  Granted, I thought I’d feel impatient, but I’m still feeling stressed out.  And it’s that kind of stress that you don’t realize until you’ve bitten someone’s head off.

This weekend J and I went to his grandmother’s river house in Virginia for a weekend away.  His mom and grandmother were going to go down a day before, but we couldn’t go until after work on Friday.  Which means we arrived at 10 pm.

I don’t think I actually STARTED to relax until about 4 pm on Saturday.  Which left very little time for river-house relaxation before we turned around to leave around 1 on Sunday.

And about half the time there I spent sleeping.  Literally.  The last leg of the drive down I slept.  I went to sleep around 12:30 Friday night.  Woke up around 11 Saturday.  Took a three hour nap (with J!… it wasn’t just me!) Saturday, then went to bed promptly at 11.  Woke up at 9:30.  Took a nap at 10:30.  Then when we arrived home, we took another 2 hour nap.  Can you believe that?

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m pregnant.  With my new jizzob and shorter days, I’m able to wake up a whopping hour later than I used to.  Which is glorious.  I am so not a morning person.  And yet, I still need sleep.

At least I’m not as bad as my old coworker who literally went to sleep around 7:30 every night so she’d get at least 9 hours for her 5 am alarm.  Can you believe it?  7:30?  Goodbye, life.

Anyway, here’s to hoping that this last week until our settlement, J and I are able to focus on fun things, not stressful things.  Like fans and lighting.  Oh boy, lighting!  I already found a fanfrickintastic drum light on etsy – for only 88 buckaroonies, at that! – that J and I BOTH loved.*


Oh, except.

I contacted the etsy seller to see if she had the fabric for said drum light in stock, since her listing mentioned that it was customizable, and no.  Nope.  That fabric is not in stock.  Way to devastate me.**  Though, thankfully, she’s going to source some similar fabric for free.  I’ll let you know how that turns out since I’ve got my mind made up and won’t be happy unless she finds. that. fabric.

Happy Monday!

*After almost four years together, I can’t believe how many things J and I have disagreed about regarding the new house.  It’s pretty much a safe bet that if I like a, he’ll like z.  His grandmother told me that if we can survive buying a house, we can survive anything.  I say bring it on.

**Cue the realization that I’m becoming one of those people who’s life crumbles because shecan’t find the wedding shoe in her size/the linens are the wrong shade of mulberry/the baby booties have robins when I wanted finches/the couch is three inches too long for her space!  Oh please help me.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. 2 August 2010 3:16 pm

    Is this is the same person who would read an entire book before she went to work? Craziness, I tell you.

    I feel like adulthood is one stress factor after another. Thank goodness we have someone to share naps with and occasionally snap at. Hey, we’re only human. Your house is going to be BEYOOTIFUL!

    And if you are pregnant I’m going to run and tell Josh so we can get to work too! 😉

    • 3 August 2010 7:23 am

      Yes – it’s the same person! Sooooo crazy!

      And it’s so funny you say that, because I went home and told J about your class and was kind of like *hint hint. But of course, he WANTS to have a baby right now so I don’t think I’d need to do much convincing. I feel a bit like those high school girls from the northeast who had a “pregnancy pact” – and I don’t feel at all bad about it. Our little beans could have bean dates. So cute!

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