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Yea. We close on our house on December 22nd. That’s only 8 days away. I’m trying so hard to be happy about this because it’s a really big, awesome thing. But what comes just three days after the 22nd? Christmas. And who’s 32 weeks pregnant? Christina. And she’s miserably pregnant. Painfully pregnant. Every day, all day. Timing for all of this is seriously bad. Looking back from a few years from now it’ll all look great I’m sure– Christmas, new house, new baby all together in the same time frame. But right now, here.. it’s panic for me.
When I look over all of our stuff and start thinking about packing in some sort of organized fashion on my own and the painting we’ll (I’ll?) need to do at the new home, the new carpet that has to go down (the owners started to replace it themselves and stopped mid-way, deciding they’d leave it up to the buyers) and this and that and, and… stress levels are maxing out.
We tried hiring movers last time. We had little time to move and it was the only way. But I felt so lazy for doing that and it was so expensive and they did a crummy, horrible job. We can’t afford to do that again even if I was willing. My parents are too old to be helping out with any physical labor. My sis always has a reason why she can’t. Ditto for friends back in Birmingham (not that some are actually quite legit). Christina’s previous seven year marriage drove away any friends she had and she’s not really made any new ones. Nor have I, here in Huntsville. Acquaintances, yes.. but no one I could ask to help out. Christina’s mom is always helpful, but her father isn’t physically able to do much. So, right now.. it’s me and maybe Christina’s mom (at least some times). Oh crap.. no, she’s going to be out of town. Fudge!
Our new home is fortunately only 4 blocks from our current address. That’s a positive. But I need more positives that I’ve yet been able to dig up. I’m losing my battle with panic and I know I’m whining full on.. but jeez, I’m not good at this sort of thing. Bah! Enough! Being pathetic about this is certainly not going to help.
I can do this. Really. Some how. I have to. It’s all more than worth it.
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