Someone Get Me A Doughnut

(experimenting with the idea of a redhead rocking red lips.  the jury is still out.)

I'm a mess of stress.  Let me explain.

We are moving.  We found renters for our town home (halleluja!), and bought another home about 10 minutes from here.  The new place is great!  More space, huge yard, awesome neighborhood.  We're so excited.  The only problem is that the house was a bank owned home.  And it's a bit of a fixer-upper.  Which is cool...because Matt loves projects, and it was a really good deal.

So the plan was to close at the end of May, spend all of June fixing the place up (while we still lived here), and then move in to the new house at the end of June, just in time for our renters to move in here on July 1st.  Perfect, right?  I know!

But (there's always a big but), it turns out that buying a bank owned home is complicated.  And it takes a long time.  And lender's are slow.  And here it is, June 11th...and we still haven't closed.  Because of stupid stuff.  Like, there's a broken window in the new house.  And the lender won't let us close until the window is fixed.  But the seller won't fix the window, because it's sold as is.  And the seller won't let us touch the house or do anything to it, until we close.  DO YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING?!

In the meantime, here we are packing up and getting ready to move (because remember, we have renters coming in here), and we're not exactly sure where we are going!  Will we close in enough time for us to do the major work before we move into the new house?  Are we going to have to move, put everything in storage, move in with Matt's parents, then fix up the house, and then move AGAIN?!

And it turns out that June could not have been a worse month for moving.  Matt is running the Ragnar (gone for a whole weekend), and another race that will pretty much take up the whole Saturday after we have to be out of here.  And then it turns out we also have Avett Brother's tickets for a show that is taking place on what should probably be our moving day.  Which we totally can't give up...because it's the only thing I've had to look forward to all summer!

Meanwhile (deep breath)...Aubrey is out of school for the summer, and driving me absolutely insane.  She does nothing but whine and cry at me all day long, and does naughty stuff while I am trying to put Charlie down for a nap or take a shower.  There is no reasoning with her, or disciplining her.  She doesn't get it.  And if she does get it, she doesn't care.  And Charlie...despite being an absolute doll, is still a horrible napper, eater, and sleeper.  And he wants to be held ALL the live long day.  I can't put him down for a few minutes without him screaming and crying at me.  But as long as he is in my arms, he is a sweet little cupcake.  But that makes packing kind of impossible!  I love my children to death.  But right now I am feeling like I could not have more difficult, demanding kids.

So what does this all mean?  It means I am drinking a lot of Diet Dr. Pepper, and crying, and breaking out with zits, and asking for a lot of help from family.  And emotional eating.  And too much yelling, and having to say I'm sorry.

And I just can't wait for it all to be over.  I keep imagining our new house.  Opening up the back door, and sending Aubs out to play on the swing set.  Filling up a pool and spending the afternoon in our swim suits.  Laying out a blanket and having a picnic for dinner every night!  We need that.  And we need it now. 

Before I poke my eye out with a fork.

*Thanks for the vent, Blog.  Next time I promise to have something good to say