You know that disclaimer thing??

That part of my blog where I mention to all those in my real life that they may be mentioned in my blog at some point. Yeah. Today is one of those days.

So….last week…on Friday…we finally closed on our house. It is weird. Really weird. We keep wandering around the place in awe. Just seems surreal that we are actually here now. Making it home. I don’t know, just seemed like it wouldn’t ever get here. Now it is.

Buying a home, although we didn’t realize it a few years ago, it truly has turned into a dream for us. A place that is really ours. Our own rules. Our own sanctuary from the rest of the world. We finally have that now and while it is completely overwhelming on so many aspects, it is really, really great.

So anyway, we made our plans to move in based on what the 5 of us could get done. I learned a long time ago not to count on others. As much as that sucks, it is my own self preservation technique. If I don’t count on others, they can’t disappoint me. We had our PODS delivered. Arranged our electric and water then planned for a couple days of cleaning and a couple days of unloading.

Friday evening, amidst a torrential downpour, in walks Monica and her boys. A welcome reprieve. Someone to be as excited as we were for us. We got to give her the tour and listen to her ohhh and ahhh. Her excitement just proved that this 7 months of craziness was worth it…well worth some of it anyway. She not only gave our emotions what we needed, she climbed on my kitchen counters on Friday night and scrubbed my cabinets so that I could put my kitchen together – TWO full days ahead of the anticipated schedule. The kitchen is the center of my ability to make this place a home for my family.

We all laughed. We scrubbed. We had a fabulous night. She also told us that they would be back bright and early on Saturday to help some more. Hub and I went to bed with smiles on our faces and we were indeed thankful for the extra hands.

Saturday rolls around. We were expecting my parents. Knew that Monica was planning to come back at some point. Then Hubs phone rings. It is Jesse and Kitty. Our TKD instructor and his other half. They needed directions. They were coming to help. Within 30 minutes of their arrival, in walked Monica, her boys and Jason (Her brother and Jeffrey’s favorite brainiac) We had more muscle than we knew what to do with. The PODS were completely unloaded by 1 pm. Then….yep, more….the ex hub showed up and he and hub and most of the muscle went and grabbed a load from the home we have been staying in for the past 3 months. HUGE burden handled. In less than one day. The best part was that my parents didn’t have to help with much of the big moving stuff. THAT alone made me one happy Queenie.

I still sit here thinking that I owe my parents and friends something more than my gratitude. They made this move in better than we ever could have imagined. We are tired as hell, but eternally grateful. So to all of our loved ones – THANK YOU!!!! Over and over and over again.

SOOOOO….

We are moving in to our dream home on Friday…..

And how are you?

Because I Don’t Wanna

I am sick of writing about the house fiasco. I am sick of crying and screaming and telling the world what a team of idiots I have been dealing with. So this post is about something that I am actually excited about – The Olympics.

Opening Ceremonies – this Friday evening. I can’t wait. The only thing that would make it better would be to be watching from my own living room, in my own home, on my own TV. *sigh*

I have to say that I just LOVE the Olympics. Every part of it. I think the American athletes rock and I do not have a favorite – winter or summer. I just love it all. Although watching Michael Phelps swim his ass off at the last summer Olympics made me pretty giddy.

Do any of you watch faithfully? Does anyone else print out the viewing guide and tape it to the wall above their TV so they don’t miss ANYTHING?…..Yeah. Me either.

Well, It’s Something

So the circus continues with the house ordeal. We have been back and forth with the title company. Back and forth with the mortgage broker. Back and forth with the realtor. Somehow…this week…it seems that they really do want to make this deal happen. It appears that someone along this process is indeed tired of us. We have been told that we will be closing at some point VERY soon. Don’t have a confirmed date yet. Not sure if VERY soon means the same to them as it does to us but right now, when my sanity is stretched almost to it’s breaking point, I WILL TAKE IT!

Reality: The realtor told us last week that we would be closing sometime NEXT week. She is sticking by that although we are not sure what else they have to get taken care of between now and then because everyone has a different version of THAT process. The mortgage broker has told us that we will be getting this done by our deadline – which was February 15…it is also a holiday so that translates into next week. The owner of the title company has told my husband “not to worry that it WILL be done” more than once when he mentioned the next impending deadline. I say that I am refusing to get excited. This whole up down up down thing is pretty much a joke at this point but really, the prospect of it actually happening soon – I am almost giddy.

I don’t care that we haven’t been able to clean the place. I don’t care that the lawn is knee high. I don’t care that we may have keys for DAYS until the utilities can be turned on. I just want it over with. It would make me happy if it could happen like…ummm…yesterday!

Juggle Juggle – I feel like a clown sometimes

Today, I started taking an actual yoga class. Not that WII fit stuff either. Real instructor at an actual studio. I FRICKEN LOVED IT! I feel like I am doing something to get back in touch with my bod again. Step one to avoid meltdown for Queenie. In any case, when I do stuff like this, there is always an internal struggle to get going. Internal as in “What do I do with the kids?” “Is this worth it to give up time at home with them” Are they going to kill each other while I am off doing something for myself” You know, Momma stuff.

Today, as I lay on the mat at the end of my class. We were in the process of grounding. (relaxing ourselves before the end of class) I decided that I didn’t care what I walked in to when I got back home that I was going to give myself these two hours each week. I deserved and NEEDED them.

So today, I took a step to get myself back. I want to be that lady who is in total control of who she is again. I want to stop being a victim of my whacked out brain. I miss that crazy lady.