Men. PFFFT!

GAH! You know that feeling like you're running full speed then realize you're on a damn hampster wheel? Yeah. That.

Between the boy and g/f's work schedules and that of the friends who will be helping, the moving of boxes/etc. will start this evening.... or maybe tomorrow morning.... or possibly tomorrow evening... or maybe Sunday sometime. I anticipate a complete clusterfuck in the making.
And I wait....

I've offered to rent them a truck to facilitate the move. They're still thinking on it.
And I wait...

I've found a carpet cleaning company that does post-fire restoration work. With luck they'll be able to scrub out the stench/stains of four years worth of teenage boy + friends + bongwater + spilled koolaid/beer/dontwannaknow from his bedroom carpet. Can't schedule em til the room is empty.
And I wait...

We've chosen a paint color for the bathroom and the walls are partially primed. Can't do more til stuff is out of there.
And I wait...

Once all that's done, the girlspawn can switch rooms and I can tackle changing her room into a home office for Pooh's coin business.
And I wait...

The Italian postal service SUCKS. It's the last package to be delivered. Again.
And I wait...

I have so many projects on hold. I need to get things DONE. The anxiety is making me a little bit nutso.

I'm gonna go crawl back under my rock for a while. xoxo

Frogs are out. Whew! We compromised and found something we both like. Now the debate continues to rage about wall color. I figger since I'm doing the painting, I get to cast the final vote. If only I could make up my mind...lol

The boy has been packing boxes. His room FINALLY looks clean. I feel a little guilty over how happy I am that he's moving out. I know the tension between us will ease dramatically and it's best for him... but still...he's my baby boy.....ah hell. I'm a wreck.

Poohbare and I are adjusting to our new "normal". He's been in a cushy office for many years at the fabrication shop and now he's back in a steel mill environment learning how the place runs. It's cold and he's on his feet all day long. Not good. He's not sure yet what his eventual role there is, but it looks like he'll be second-in-command and in place for when the plant manager retires.

Mom's Alzheimers becomes more noticable each week. She didn't remember Pooh moved in or was starting the new job, etc. etc. etc. *sigh*

Lots of changes. Most of em good. And life goes on...

My goodness. In 24 hours time, the girlspawn had gone from wanting to redo the bathroom "like a spa" in aqua and white, to wanting lavender and mint green, and has now moved on to a frog theme. One cannot help but wonder what tomorrow's design(s) will be.

We survived the holidays yet again. WOOHOO! Poohbare and I got ourselves a Wii game system and have been having fun proving that we're old farts that have no business playing video games. The girlspawn is thrilled and has been playing some dance game non-stop.

The boy moves out in nine days... but who's counting, right? lol

The girlspawn and I are weeding through paint colors and what she wants to do with the walls and scrapping one idea after another. We'll figure something out that she likes and we don't hate. She's devestated she can't paint her walls black ("but, mom, they would go with EVERYthing!", but she'll just have to get over it.

So many changes, but all of them are positive changes. )

Things have been busy busy busy - but I'm sure most of you can probably say the same. Poohbare is moved in except for furniture which we'll go get in the spring. There's no huge rush on that and there's soooo many things around the house to reorganize first.

My son and his girlfriend applied for an apartment and got approved - they move in on January 6th. It'll be bittersweet, but good for all of us. My daughter has her plans all made for painting his room and bathroom and is pretty excited about it all. We'll redo her old room as a home office.

Mom's recent neurology visit didn't go so well. Even he noticed she's slipping and upped her meds. Fingers crossed it helps.

I've got all the Christmas shopping done and wrapped. We've having our holiday on Friday since the boy and girlfriend have to work Saturday then go to her grandmother's and we'll be traveling to see Pooh's granddaughter on Sunday. I'm not enjoying weaving our celebration around everyone else's plans, but ya do what ya gotta do. Being together is more important than the date on the calendar.

In case I don't pop back in until next week, I wish you all a Merry Christmas.

xoxo

hmmm.... feels like every other friday night.
Mebbe it'll become real in a couple weeks.

In other news, it just dawned on me that I mailed out over 700 cookies. Yeah, I'm kinda stupid-crazy. I'd like to welcome Copper and Sorcha to the Cabal. TOLD YA the dark side had cookies!


This blog was way harder to spell than expected. The wine must be hitting and hitting hard. G'night all.

xoxo

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
today today today today today today today today today
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!


*breathe, HP! BREATHE!*

It's almost 11 p.m. I should have been asleep an hour ago. I can't. I'm not even a little bit tired, yet I'm exhausted.

He's got the car packed and ready to go. He's cleared out his desk at work and will say his final goodbyes in the morning then hit the road for the last trip home... this time to stay. Finally. It seems surreal.

My cheeks hurt from smiling and my heart is about to burst with happiness.

Poohbare keeps askin me if ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms) has taken me into custody yet. GRRR