Stream of Consciousness
I haven’t been here since Monday, but I don’t have anything to write about. How boring. We are in the throes of packing and cleaning and getting ready to go back to Colorado on next week. Cleaning and packing is SO tedious. I want to clean enough to get my deposit back, but I’m not trying to deep clean another person’s house either, if you know what I mean. Just finding all the Legos is a such a thing. I mostly want Jim to chuck it all in the trailer while I play Angry Birds, and sorting it can be Future Deb’s problem.
I am going to regret relying so heavily on the motivation of Future Deb.
I spent today looking at rental houses online, and making appointments for showings, so with any luck we’ll actually be living someplace in a little over a week. I am looking forward to being reunited with all my stuff. My Kitchen Aid, for example. Big said he didn’t even remember what he had in storage and I said, “Well, then it will be fun to rediscover everything, like Christmas!” And he burst into tears. It took me 20 weepy minutes to pry out of him that he is sad to stop Adventuring and also happy to settle down and have his own room again. I guess I forgot when you are eight you aren’t accustomed to co-existing with constantly conflicting feelings like
regular people grown ups. He kept swiping away his tears angrily, and turning away from me so I wouldn’t see him cry. *sigh* My heart twisted and I got all teary too.
Later, I asked Little how she was doing, and she said, sing-songy, “We-eeellll, I’m kind of sad to be stopping the Adventure, but I’m also happy to be going back home.” She’s my easy child.
On the other hand, she swallowed a Lego today, and Big’s never done that.
Anyway. That’s all. Just checking in. I have to go watch Wipe-Out with the kids, and then after they go to bed, Jim is going to badger me into packing something. Boo.
Speaking of badgers, there is something living in the ceiling of the dining room. I hope it stays up there until after we leave. It waits until I am alone watching The Real Housewives at midnight, and then starts gnawing on the ceiling joists. One of my Twitter pals suggested I shoot it, but I think that might interfere with getting my deposit back.
Happy Weekend, y’all! See you soon!