I am not doing all that well today; I feel like I'm constantly on the verge of some sort of panic-fest. I have so much stuff to do at work, I would probably be feeling a bit of pressure even if I didn't also live in a chaos zone. Actually two chaos zones, although we can't move into the new place quite yet because it still needs to be painted. The previous tenant wasn't out in time.
But, I do have an enormous number two.
No, seriously, I have a big wooden number two that I'm going to hang on our fence because you can't see that we are apartment 2 if the gate is closed, and someday I'll want to get pizza delivered. I'm going to cover my number two with silver glitter, because glitter is my friend.
I went to Ikea last night, which is maybe the last place to go when you're feeling like life is really complicated and you can't quite deal with all of it. I rapidly cycled between wanting to just move in to one of the little house vignettes, which were so clean and organized and Swedish, and being freaked out because no amount of umlaut-laden furniture is going to make everything ok right now. I'm still hoping to find what we need (mostly someplace to put the TV/stereo) used, but it's good to know what the options are. So the only thing I bought was the $1.50 hot dog & soda combo on my way out.
Dennis woke me up this morning and said very nice things to me about how well I'm dealing with the move, so I laughed and said that he missed my freakout yesterday, and then he said that I missed his, too. So as long as we're able to keep scheduling our freakouts at opposite times, I think we'll be fine.
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