Saturday, December 13, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
it would end this way...dammit.
We are under a winter weather watch starting tonight until 6 am Wednesday morning. Up to six inches of snow is possible. And the ten day forecast- bear in mind we have exactly two weeks left here in Iowa- predicts snowfall EVERY day.
Great.
Great.
Four black sacks of trash, four more for goodwill, and seven boxes (and counting) packed
Assessing our house right now, there's no way it'll be ready by morning to go on the market. We originally set our goal to get it on the market as October 15. Obviously, that came and went. Then, it was last Thursday. There was just no way.
Numerous times I've wished Mom were here because I know she and I could knock out all the mess and cleaning and just get it done. After Katie was born, I remember Mom helped me straighten up the rest of the house that she and Dad didn't get to the day they spent cleaning when the baby and I were in the hospital (Eric and I are that messy); like magic, the dining room was clear.
Right now, the dining room is the hub of the chaos and I'm ready for the junk to disperse, either by some trickery or by sleeping it all away. It's a gauntlet, and Katie scrunches up her shoulders every time she walks through like a little pinball trying to avoid all the corners and obstacles. I think as soon as we get the stuff we're keeping downstairs and the stuff we're tossing to goodwill in the morning, once again, like magic, it'll be clear.
So, in the meantime, I'm looking forward to being closer to many of my close (and majority-pregnant) girlfriends in about two weeks. I told Steph yesterday that she and the girls can make it up for never coming to Iowa or making it to my baby shower by helping us unload the truck on the 22nd, pregnant or not. And, of course, the drive home is much less painful from Dallas than from Cedar Rapids. No more frozen tundra, no more six months of winter and a blip of a summer (beautiful as it may be).
Numerous times I've wished Mom were here because I know she and I could knock out all the mess and cleaning and just get it done. After Katie was born, I remember Mom helped me straighten up the rest of the house that she and Dad didn't get to the day they spent cleaning when the baby and I were in the hospital (Eric and I are that messy); like magic, the dining room was clear.
Right now, the dining room is the hub of the chaos and I'm ready for the junk to disperse, either by some trickery or by sleeping it all away. It's a gauntlet, and Katie scrunches up her shoulders every time she walks through like a little pinball trying to avoid all the corners and obstacles. I think as soon as we get the stuff we're keeping downstairs and the stuff we're tossing to goodwill in the morning, once again, like magic, it'll be clear.
So, in the meantime, I'm looking forward to being closer to many of my close (and majority-pregnant) girlfriends in about two weeks. I told Steph yesterday that she and the girls can make it up for never coming to Iowa or making it to my baby shower by helping us unload the truck on the 22nd, pregnant or not. And, of course, the drive home is much less painful from Dallas than from Cedar Rapids. No more frozen tundra, no more six months of winter and a blip of a summer (beautiful as it may be).
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