But, why now?! Yes, it's one in the morning, and I'm up. Apparently, I fell asleep at some point with the boy - because I woke up fighting him for the Spiderman blanket. It's hard to share a twin bed with someone. When I woke, I truly thought it was time to get up, it felt like five or six. I got up, threw some laundry in, folded a load of laundry, went to the kitchen for a snack and then realized with no functioning kitchen (it's been demolished to re-install a new one), I didn't see the clock on the stove which is my usual first glance in the middle of the night.
Once I came to the computer to see why I had more than fifty emails (out of the ordinary for me lately because don't email back much), I realized of course that it's the middle of the night still. I think I fell asleep extra early because of a few factors - chocolate being one. Then, of course, I'm still in training (again), and the whole commuting thing is tiring.
Finally, our house is going all Final Destination on us, and we're not sure WHO or WHAT or WHY this is happening now. Someone is obviously trying to tell us something like; "Yes, you can pull money out of your ass to fix A, B, C, D, and NOW E, because you ain't never moving away from this house, it's going to eat you alive." While making improvements is a good thing, especially with the risk of not being able to sell in this market, if we have to stay here potentially forever, and, why, YES, it's now got ______ much dollars more invested into it for a future owner thanks to us, We Can't Do This For Very Long. The list of priorities has shifted, the money will run out, and now would be the time for fortune to spill from the sky, please. On that note: three calls and one email from real estate agents since removing my house from the www.realtor.com website and off the active MLS listings. "Can we help you relist?" Yeah. Mmm-hmm. Sure. I really am in the mood to pull $18,000 out of my ass today to pay a home-sale commission on the House That Wants Me Dead.
This is perhaps why I am now awake at 1:32am.
I should get back to bed, as I have more training tommorrow, and a doctors' appointment that I am going to have to skip, because I don't want to "call-in" late for my class. I assume I'm fine, I feel fine, I'm still pregnant. I'll try to get another appointment before an entire month passes - but that's the way my doctors' office works - you call for an appointment in March, you get one in, December!
















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