Tidal waves

In the tidal wave of this move, there are boxes and messes and piles colliding into each other everywhere! I keep rewriting lists in my mind, trying to organize, prioritize, and mainly keep the girls on board with their help without overwhelming them. But it isn't working. I have empty boxes, packed boxes, and well over half a houseful of unpacked things strewn about, taking up space we didn't have in the first place. And, with the open house coming up on Saturday and all the packing in suspended motion (because I usually just freeze up when I'm overwhelmed), I've realized JUST how much crap accumulates in ten years.

And in the meantime, there are still full-time jobs to maintain and I just got a cold. I was in a daze enough with this move, detaching from things, head not in the game as it was, and then BAM! Here comes Loopy Ville. As IF we women didn't have ENOUGH to think about with their daily lives! Now some... sinus THING, monster, some germy phantom takes over my body and renders my brain useless as the mucous jam packs its way into my brain via my nose and tiny, supernatural snot dams per each Tylenol Sinus/Cold dosage. Maybe I'm getting allergies. I've never had allergies before, but this is the second time in a month I've gotten sick in just this way. And it would just figure. It would just figure that I'd find out I do have allergies after successfully ignoring my body for 30 years. Bah!

I don't have my head in the game. I am finding it particularly difficult to connect to the things I usually find comfort, solace, peace, or joy in because I am detaching from here mentally, I know it. I must be. My head is already gone. It's in Estevan. I mean, perish the thought for all the beautiful people we've known here--and I don't particularly enjoy this lifting out of myself--but I cannot, for the life of me, put myself back into my old shoes. And now that I'm fighting this snot-brain and whatever is draining into the back of my throat, my mind is spinning even more than it usually is. It really does feel out-of-body. There is just so much to do. At least I'm not panicking anymore.

The good news is that we have moving buddies. Turns out one of Kyle's friends, also a junior high teacher here, is moving on up as well. He got the high school industrial arts position at the same school about two weeks after Kyle got his position. His wife and I are good friends and I'm so excited to know someone automatically when getting there--it really is some kind of miracle. It's kind of like having an automatic fortress moving into a new place: no matter what kind of friends we make apart from each other, there will at least our friendship to go wading out into the waters with. And this will also be the perfect excuse to hang out more. Not that we needed an excuse, but that our schedules will come to a screeching halt--or at least come smashing into each other's! The best part is that we both like to blog, harness our inner band geeks, and share richly drenched life experiences.

Here's to new chapters in life and putting on the mask until we get there!

T-minus-36 hours...

Mom's coming in tomorrow. I'll need to remember to get that coat from Darlene before I go and grab the ones here. Need to get Kath's phone number and make sure I have a map and a shovel (you know, just in case there are stupid kids trying to pass me on the winter roads again) for bailing tires out of snow. I have learned that I love winter driving, but even the best driver is up sh** creek if they're not prepared.

There are outstanding bills, gift-shopping still to be done, money to come in and I'm just trying to ride the tide. It's tight and I've little room to complain as I quit a good-paying job and moved to a lesser-paying job to keep my sanity (and protect the well-being and ears of my family), but K and I are feeling the pinch. I'm not panicked by any means, unlike years in the past, though, which is good; and I think all the years of living each day as your last has come into balance with wiser thinking, financial sensibility. (NOT saying money is important, just knowing how to manage it.) It's one thing to learn the important, powerful life lesson of realizing life is precious, but it's completely another to learn it at an immature age and taking it to the extreme--either by neglecting finances or by allowing emotion to override everything.

I have to work today and I am also stepping in this afternoon to rehearse with the elementary kids for their concert as the other accompanist double-booked himself and pawned the non-paying, adult-less gig this way. I want to get chicken in the crock pot for K and the girls so they don't have to worry about fixing supper. Get the last bit of laundry done, get cleaned up, get the blanket and seat covers out to the car. K just called and we're going to lunch. It's busy, but everything is coming together and thank God (I mean truly, really) I have such a great family, supportive husband, and one that can do all that domestic stuff so that I can leave Friday feeling assured it will get done. K is amazing. Baby, YOU'RE amazing! =)

Over and out.