D went out of town Thursday.
It is now Monday night.
OH SWEET GOODNESS WHEN ARE THE REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVING?
I should mention that The Child has been delightful. He has been sweet and affectionate and cooperative, and aside from his occasional tendency to want to bounce some form of action figure off of my face or my behind, we’ve done really well considering we have been together non-stop and by that I mean All The Time including sleeping because I am all about making up as few beds as possible right now.
I did have a bit of a stressed out Mama moment yesterday when Alex and I were riding around during our open house because he was talking all the time with nary a moment of silence because why, why would anyone want silence when there’s so much talking to be done about the trees and the Arby’s and the “Sunday Morning Songs” and how red means stop and yellow means slow down and green means go but what does orange mean, Mama? And what does white mean? And can we go left now? What about straight? Where’s that way go? Does that way go to Jason’s?
But all things considered, we’ve weathered our Time Without Daddy pretty well.
But this house stuff? The open house yesterday and now a caravan of agents who are coming tomorrow?
Wearing. me. out.
I know that it’s just all part of selling a house. I get that. And I’m beyond grateful to even have the possibility of moving to a place that’ll be more convenient for our family.
But I’m just a little tired. Just a wee bit tired.
Also, I think that if my rugs and carpet could talk, they would say something along the lines of, “PLEASE, OH PLEASE – FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, QUIT VACUUMING!”
So I’m about to go outside and sweep the porch and the deck one more time so that the neighborhood children can look out of their bedroom windows and say, “Mama! Daddy! The crazy lady is moving plants in the dark again!” Then I’m going to sprawl out on the couch, cover up with a comfy blanket, and watch “The Bachelor.”
Oh! And I haven’t even told y’all about how I took the TV out of the kitchen so the countertops would be totally uncluttered, and now every single time I walk in there all I can think is that THE SILENCE, IT IS DEAFENING because why, why is there no Food Network playing in the kitchen, why?
Which makes me fairly certain that the reason why Alex talks all the time is because I have in fact encouraged it. That I am some sort of Anti-Silence Stealth Bomb that stops quiet dead in its tracks.
Anyway.
My OCD and I will be back to visit you tomorrow!
I can’t imagine how lucky you must feel.
Hey Boomama, I never miss a post. I love hearing all your words. LOL I can only see where the little guy gets it from!!
Praying for ya’ll and the house selling quickly!
Be Blessed
I’ve been taking a little bloggy break, but I did miss ya! Glad to know that your OCD hasn’t changed ‘nary’ a bit! :D
Did you ever imagine that your life would become one long running commentary on everything you do?
I’m not talking about the blog, I’m talking about the 3 year old. :)
I need noise too?
Good luck with all the house selling. Glad the kids are being good.
Everything you say cracks me up. I love your outlook on life. Thank you for always brightening my day. And if good wishes could get a house sold, you would be moving tomorrow.
There are some perspectives that just cannot be mimicked…like yours. Enjoyable, but not to be mimicked. Enjoy the parade of realtors, and here’s to a buyer today! Cheers!
Sounds like chats with your son go something like chats with my son in the car! Constantly! And no matter how loud I turn up the radio! ha :) I always enjoy your posts! I’m from Alabama too…& just a tad bit southern! I love the fact that, you not only SAY mama, but you TYPE mama!! :) Love, love, love it!!
So everytime I need to smile, I come to your blog. Today, I am laughing so loud that Emma Grace is looking at a bit funny :)
Thanks for the smiles, I needed them today.
Heather
I feel for you. We just sold our house this year. It was so frustrating to have to leave right when we walked in for someone to come visit, the two tours for relators, the constant struggle to keep things clean… Yuck. I hope your house sells quickly, so you can be done with the stress of it all.
I feel your pain. We’ve got things tucked away from their normal place that I can’t even remember where the cereal is anymore. On one hand, I like coming home to a clean house all the time, but on the other it’s becoming a real pain to clean the house everytime we leave. The kids are wondering where all their toys are. We were in the basement over the weekend and my oldest thought it was Christmas as he discovered the plethera of his toys stashed away downstairs. And he’s still chatting about them taking a rest in the basement…
LOL! Hope your house sells real quick before your carpets go on strike!
Gosh, I hate the stress of readying a house for sale and the constant traffic. So glad that your sweetiepie is cooperating. Glad to see you have your priorities straight and are watching the Bachelor. Check my blog for the Bachelor Dream I had.
I always have the TV, radio or something on making noise because I hate silence! I’m right there with you girl.
I’m a little nervous about next week. I’ll be home alone Wednesday through Saturday with two kids. I hate when hubby has to go away!!
This post in particular makes me dread the day I ever need to sell my house. I may just go stay with you if that day ever arrives, okay?
I like to have noise, but not if I’m reading. Then I’m all “Shhhhh!” “Shhhh!” In that, I cannot multitask.
You go crazy, likable OCD girl!
It is funny because I COMPLETELY understand!
Our house is on the market because we want to move closer to my husband’s new job — commuting 1 and a half hours each way just is not working!
Do you feel like you are living in someone else’s house and the idea of something being not perfect makes you twitch?
Kristy
I have a nonstop talker myself… but I seriously can’t figure out where it comes from. It’s just how she works, I guess. Sometimes I just have to say, “I want you to be quiet for the next 5 minutes” or “until we get home.”
I feel for you.
And I’m not even Chaka Khan.
Too funny!! Thanks again for making me smile with the “crazy neighbor lady” bit.
Smiles!
I hate it when my husband is away. I crave the security I feel when he is home. But it’s good for us. Reminds us we can be independent and handle things – even when we don’t want to or don’t normally have to. :)
Crackin’ me up, you are. . .