Overwhelming

I have set certain goals for myself to achieve over the next nine months. I have a highly detailed step-by-step plan for a low-stress/high profit home sale and move. It is nice when we think we can control the world, isn’t it?

March was one of the craziest months of my life. There has just been so much going on with all of us. Travis is set in his new job. He likes it some days and not so much on other days. He is getting the hang of his geographical bachelorhood. A funny little boost to me is the fact that he has now told me more than once that he absolutely doesn’t feel like cooking anything most nights when he gets home to his fabulous little trailer. I feel appreciated when he says things like that.

I got my mother on her plane and got her back home, only to come home and try to adjust the house into a husband-free zone and get the kids to some happy place. Ugh. Still trying to work that one out, I’ll let you know how it goes. I am not so much contemplating wonderfullness on this front. Although both kids are excited about the move to a certain degree, they are both feeling a sting from it and have their moments.

I started packing almost as soon as I got Mom out of town. I want to get all our personal things packed up well ahead of time because I want to stage the house. My goal on this one is to have only the bare necessities out when we put the house on the market so we can get the highest price possible for the house. I want it sold quickly once we do list it and I want it to go easier later which means more work now. Painting will start in June and I plan to have the place looking like a palace by August.

With Travis gone there is less of a demand on my cooking and cleaning. No, he is not demanding but I like to have the house a certain way when he is here. I like to have dinner just about ready most nights when he gets home and I know he feels more relaxed when the house is clean. I like doing that for him. With him gone, I feel no pull toward being organized or cooking. Needless to say, I’ve only really cooked a couple of times since I got back from South Carolina. Most of what we’ve had for dinner has been crap from the freezer section or takeout. I sound like a whiner but eating that way makes me feel like total crap.

March also made getting to the gym difficult. So, poor eating and not working out regularly has caused me to gain weight. Maybe the stress load added to it too, but I am pretty disgusted with myself and my ass. I have been to the gym over the last few days, but nothing as consistent as I like. I had worked hard to lose the weight I gained back. Disappointing. I will get back on track.

To add to that, now I am having one of the worst allergy seasons I can remember. I hate going to the doctor, but I went Wednesday. I told him I suspected I might have a sinus infection he kind of poo-pooed me. He refused to consider that I had one and sent me on my way with the same medicines I have been taking for the last three weeks. OK. I will keep my ugly comments to myself. Since seeing him Wednesday I have begun to feel worse. I think my eyes are about to pop out of my head from the pressure, the drainage is nauseating me, the headaches are nauseating me, my upper molars are hurting me, I can’t stop sneezing, I started coughing today, I have a sore throat, I can’t sleep, but I am sure I don’t have a sinus infection. Whatever. He told me to wait three weeks before I go back to him if I am not feeling better.

My house is a mess. Aside from boxes everywhere, there is crap from our laziness. It isn’t dirty- the dishes are washed and the bathrooms are being cleaned like usual, just cluttered. We haven’t put shoes away in our closets. We have left newspapers and mail to stack up on the dining room table, which we aren’t using, we have left our books on the arms of the couches for the next time we want to read. It is really simple stuff, but it is in my way and driving me nuts.

This weekend, we clean. We clean so I can again pack. I pack so I can paint. I paint so I can stage. I stage so I can sell.

Time to get back to the gym and back on track.