How in the world has it been 3 months?
Here are some of the high/low lights of the past 3 months in my life:
- I had my birthday! I had a wonderful dinner with friends and vowed to have the best year ever.
- Lady Di moved out and I now have the house to myself-- movin' on up from the basement, right?
- I quit my job. More on that later.
- I survived (just barely) my first marriage-less wedding anniversary. Yikes!
- My family has been cursed with a string of losses. We're up to 4 now, I think. Here's hoping for a little break.
- PC has a girlfriend. In keeping with the fairy tale theme, I choose to picture her with warts on her nose and a greenish tint to her complexion. Barf.
Now that we're all caught up... Happy birthday to my mom today! I have always known that I had great parents and a wonderful family overall. After being with PC and hearing more about his family, I realized what a difference a supportive family can make in your life. Since going through this mess, I realize that I am wildly blessed with the best parents and sister I could ever want. I'm not sure that any of them will ever see this blog but I hope that they already know that I think the world of them.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Done and done
It's official--- I'm home-less. Our new buyers closed on our home today. I know that I mentioned "bittersweet" a couple posts ago but it's the only word that explains how this feels. I'm at work, so I'll avoid the mental breakdown that comes with me thinking too much about this but just know that it's bittersweet.
On a positive note, I was blessed with 3 lovely friends (angels) yesterday. They came to the house and worked tirelessly to get me out. We were there from 9am-11pm. What a day! Talk about blood, sweat and tears. You know that you have real friends when someone comes in and says "You've cleaned one toilet, you've cleaned them all. Let me do it." So blessed in the friends department!
In other news... I'm ready for a life adventure. Once I stop crying, I'm sure I'll feel footloose and fancy-free. Where to now?
On a positive note, I was blessed with 3 lovely friends (angels) yesterday. They came to the house and worked tirelessly to get me out. We were there from 9am-11pm. What a day! Talk about blood, sweat and tears. You know that you have real friends when someone comes in and says "You've cleaned one toilet, you've cleaned them all. Let me do it." So blessed in the friends department!
In other news... I'm ready for a life adventure. Once I stop crying, I'm sure I'll feel footloose and fancy-free. Where to now?
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Life in my summer home
So today I asked Lady Di if it would be okay for me to work from home tomorrow. This is something that I definitely took for granted when I had a home of my own. I have a series of conference calls today that I would much rather take without wearing a bra and brushing my teeth.
She of course said yes and I told her that I was concerned that her poodle would go on one of her barking tears and blow my cover.
Here are a few things that I also should have told her will blow my cover:
- her walking by the door singing "Rain, Rain, Go Away"
- her kicking open the storm door and yelling in to this rainy day "Jeez... enough already!"
- the deafening volume of Regis and Kelly coming from her bedroom
- the LOL's coming from said Regis and Kelly program
- her touching conversation with her poodle that goes as follows. Poodle: <achoo>, Lady Di: "What's the matter? Huh? Huh? What's the matter, Ladybug? Huh? Huh?"
Sigh. Lesson learned. Get out of bed and go to work next time.
She of course said yes and I told her that I was concerned that her poodle would go on one of her barking tears and blow my cover.
Here are a few things that I also should have told her will blow my cover:
- her walking by the door singing "Rain, Rain, Go Away"
- her kicking open the storm door and yelling in to this rainy day "Jeez... enough already!"
- the deafening volume of Regis and Kelly coming from her bedroom
- the LOL's coming from said Regis and Kelly program
- her touching conversation with her poodle that goes as follows. Poodle: <achoo>, Lady Di: "What's the matter? Huh? Huh? What's the matter, Ladybug? Huh? Huh?"
Sigh. Lesson learned. Get out of bed and go to work next time.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Nobody's home
Well- we have an offer. The one thing that I have been waiting on and praying for for 6 weeks now. It's bittersweet for so many reasons.
Bitter:
- It's kind of a crappy offer. They offered, we countered, they rejected our counteroffer and stuck with their crappy one. Grrr.
- Being a crappy offer means we have to bring a lot of money to the table. A lot of money= $17,000. We= my dad and I. Grrrrrr.
- It's the end of an era. That house means so much to me in so many ways. Sigh.
Sweet:
- No more running over there to get the dog out for a showing, no more dust mopping, vacuuming and polishing before a showing, no more agonizing over said showings. Yay!
- It cuts a tie within me that needs to be cut. After closing, I hope I won't lose as much sleep over Prince Charming's decisions. If he gets another DUI, it affects him. Not me. If he wants to have a blow out party, it's at his house, not mine.
- It's the end of an era.
So now we just hold our breath for the appraisal and inspection. Hopefully we'll make it to closing without being nickeled and dimed the whole way.
On a karma-related note... they want to close on PC's birthday. Dem's da breaks. Hate it for ya.
Bitter:
- It's kind of a crappy offer. They offered, we countered, they rejected our counteroffer and stuck with their crappy one. Grrr.
- Being a crappy offer means we have to bring a lot of money to the table. A lot of money= $17,000. We= my dad and I. Grrrrrr.
- It's the end of an era. That house means so much to me in so many ways. Sigh.
Sweet:
- No more running over there to get the dog out for a showing, no more dust mopping, vacuuming and polishing before a showing, no more agonizing over said showings. Yay!
- It cuts a tie within me that needs to be cut. After closing, I hope I won't lose as much sleep over Prince Charming's decisions. If he gets another DUI, it affects him. Not me. If he wants to have a blow out party, it's at his house, not mine.
- It's the end of an era.
So now we just hold our breath for the appraisal and inspection. Hopefully we'll make it to closing without being nickeled and dimed the whole way.
On a karma-related note... they want to close on PC's birthday. Dem's da breaks. Hate it for ya.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
A Royal Wedding, a College Reunion and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
On Friday, we all got to watch a real-life Prince marry his future Princess. It was beautiful! My MeeGees (secret group of friends) and I had a sleepover and forgot to fall asleep! We worked on last minute prep for our 10 year college reunion and before we knew it, it was 2:30 in the morning. We closed our eyes for an hour and a half and then tuned in with the rest of the world.
She was beautiful, he was handsome and it was breathtaking. The End.
After the ceremony, we sprang to action! It was time for our Reunion. It was pretty ironic that we spent the morning watching a wedding because we have compared this reunion planning to a bride planning her special day. You put time and money and a year of planning in to such a relatively small period of time. We just knew that we would blink and it would be over.
It wasn't that quick, but it was certainly a blur. We ate, we drank, we danced and then we were done! It was hard for me to not have my 2 suitemates there. I felt like everyone's cling-on all weekend, especially on Saturday night. All in all though, it was a good weekend. I am so glad that we put as much work in to it as we did, and thrilled that everyone was so appreciative!
My deep thoughts for this post:
-I've begun to realize that I tend to put quite a polish all of my memories, slowly turning my life expereinces in to things that I don't remember when I'm faced with them in the daylight. It's a long and involved thought that I'll have to write about when I have more time and am feeling more forthcoming.
-I wish I let go a little more. I find myself more and more self conscious these days. I don't like it. How can I fix that?
-Why do I always have a list of regrets? As things are happening, I begin to think about what could be different. What should I be doing, or wearing, or eating, or drinking instead? Am I ever really in the moment? Can I get out of my head? Gah.
She was beautiful, he was handsome and it was breathtaking. The End.
After the ceremony, we sprang to action! It was time for our Reunion. It was pretty ironic that we spent the morning watching a wedding because we have compared this reunion planning to a bride planning her special day. You put time and money and a year of planning in to such a relatively small period of time. We just knew that we would blink and it would be over.
It wasn't that quick, but it was certainly a blur. We ate, we drank, we danced and then we were done! It was hard for me to not have my 2 suitemates there. I felt like everyone's cling-on all weekend, especially on Saturday night. All in all though, it was a good weekend. I am so glad that we put as much work in to it as we did, and thrilled that everyone was so appreciative!
My deep thoughts for this post:
-I've begun to realize that I tend to put quite a polish all of my memories, slowly turning my life expereinces in to things that I don't remember when I'm faced with them in the daylight. It's a long and involved thought that I'll have to write about when I have more time and am feeling more forthcoming.
-I wish I let go a little more. I find myself more and more self conscious these days. I don't like it. How can I fix that?
-Why do I always have a list of regrets? As things are happening, I begin to think about what could be different. What should I be doing, or wearing, or eating, or drinking instead? Am I ever really in the moment? Can I get out of my head? Gah.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter- the day for rebirth!
The holidays are a really big deal to me. Really big. I live to change my decor out for the seasons, I love entertaining and bringing together the ones I love. Today is Easter Sunday and it's been more than a little difficult. I have been torturing myself with memories of easter egg hunts that I tricked PC in to, and forced family fun days with his parents. After a few painful and miserable conversations with him, I've decided to instead focus on the idea of rebirth.
I was trying to start this paragraph in the very dramatic beginning to every 9th grade paper I wrote... "Rebirth is defined by Merriam Webster as:.." but I didn't like their definition. Not dramatic enough. So I searched and searched and found this one that I thought was more fitting; inspring even. "A renewed existence, actvitiy or growth". Yeah, I like that. And so after hours of crying and what ifs, I've decided instead to enjoy my day. Yes, my life is not where I thought it would be; but, it is also not where it was, and that (channeling my demi-god Martha Stewart) is a good thing.
I was trying to start this paragraph in the very dramatic beginning to every 9th grade paper I wrote... "Rebirth is defined by Merriam Webster as:.." but I didn't like their definition. Not dramatic enough. So I searched and searched and found this one that I thought was more fitting; inspring even. "A renewed existence, actvitiy or growth". Yeah, I like that. And so after hours of crying and what ifs, I've decided instead to enjoy my day. Yes, my life is not where I thought it would be; but, it is also not where it was, and that (channeling my demi-god Martha Stewart) is a good thing.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Returning to the Castle
As I mentioned below, we bought our home in 2008. We rented a townhome in the neighborhood for a year, and then decided to have one built ourselves. I was obsessed with building our home! I've never shied away from any reason to make a binder, so I launched in to Barbie home builder mode. The model home for the builders was the same as the model we were having built so I spent hours in that model. Measuring, looking at paint colors, floor samples, cabinet stains.. all of it. I wanted this home to be perfect. I researched, bargain shopped and haggled our way in to our home on August 29th. My only disappointment was that PC didn't want to spend the night of the closing in the new, empty house. That just seemed like the perfect sitcom ending to my months of planning but he thought it was silly.
Fast forward to today. I'm sitting in the office in tears while I'm supposed to be cleaning. We put the house on the market in March. I moved out in mid-March and PC has been here since. I was also the one to move out when we separated last year. Neither one of us can afford the mortgage on our own, and I am the one who has had a free place to go both times. During both times of separation, it has been heartbreaking when I've had to make a trip back to the house. Today, someone wants to come back to see the house for the second time. Very promising and exciting! I've been overjoyed about it! Until I got to the driveway. Looking at my house and seeing the house numbers, it started... the flood of memories.
We had a choice of where we wanted our house. Our block of homes is anchored by our model on each side. PC thought long and hard about it and decided on where we are based on where we would get morning/afternoon sun and how far the neighbors would be. I preferred the way 5938 sounded and looked but we ended up going with 5932. From there, my eyes move on to my "Spring has Sprung" flag that I bought last year, right before we separated. The storm door that his dad's friend helped PC put up. The doorknob and lighting package that we chose. The hardwood floors I agonized over. The couch that we bought with money from wedding gifts. Our beautiful bedroom set, taken from the pages of a magazine. Of all of these, the ones that sting the most are the memories that never happened. The kids that would be brought home from the hospital to this house, the fun parties that didn't end in fights, the years and years of holidays and anniversaries.
Of course, if I'm being realistic, I should be remembering the fight we got in to in the kitchen that left me on the floor. The trash can that I have looked through so many nights, trying to quietly estimate how much he'd had to drink. The dent in the garage door from some time that I made him angry. The bed that I have been kicked, shoved and pushed off of. The closet where I found the hidden bottle of vodka. I could go on and on. Instead though, for some reason, I choose to torture myself with "memories" of things that never happened. The fairy tale that never quite was.
Fast forward to today. I'm sitting in the office in tears while I'm supposed to be cleaning. We put the house on the market in March. I moved out in mid-March and PC has been here since. I was also the one to move out when we separated last year. Neither one of us can afford the mortgage on our own, and I am the one who has had a free place to go both times. During both times of separation, it has been heartbreaking when I've had to make a trip back to the house. Today, someone wants to come back to see the house for the second time. Very promising and exciting! I've been overjoyed about it! Until I got to the driveway. Looking at my house and seeing the house numbers, it started... the flood of memories.
We had a choice of where we wanted our house. Our block of homes is anchored by our model on each side. PC thought long and hard about it and decided on where we are based on where we would get morning/afternoon sun and how far the neighbors would be. I preferred the way 5938 sounded and looked but we ended up going with 5932. From there, my eyes move on to my "Spring has Sprung" flag that I bought last year, right before we separated. The storm door that his dad's friend helped PC put up. The doorknob and lighting package that we chose. The hardwood floors I agonized over. The couch that we bought with money from wedding gifts. Our beautiful bedroom set, taken from the pages of a magazine. Of all of these, the ones that sting the most are the memories that never happened. The kids that would be brought home from the hospital to this house, the fun parties that didn't end in fights, the years and years of holidays and anniversaries.
Of course, if I'm being realistic, I should be remembering the fight we got in to in the kitchen that left me on the floor. The trash can that I have looked through so many nights, trying to quietly estimate how much he'd had to drink. The dent in the garage door from some time that I made him angry. The bed that I have been kicked, shoved and pushed off of. The closet where I found the hidden bottle of vodka. I could go on and on. Instead though, for some reason, I choose to torture myself with "memories" of things that never happened. The fairy tale that never quite was.
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