Um, let’s see…
Had this crazy storm a couple of weeks ago. At one point we were trapped in between downed trees in three directions, so we pulled over to wait for something, anything to happen. Then we spilled the last bottle. It was totally awesome. Then we were without power for a couple of days, and it was coldish, and since baby can’t have a blanket, we spent the night at a really awful hotel in a room with no exterior windows. Still, I was super aware the whole time of how minor this all was in comparison with other recent natural disasters.
Right before that, we put our house on the market. And then had to put a new layer on the roof. Our neighbors sold their house in six days last month (and it’s the same format as ours) so now I’m all annoyed that ours has been on for twelve whole days and has not sold. Silly, I know. I just could not make peace with our local public schools. We applied to the magnets and did not get good lottery numbers, so, here we are.
And right before that, Tata had some difficulties with immigration, and while she’s not exactly being deported, she is returning to her country at the end of May. I have mixed feelings about that. She takes awesome care of the kids (as repeatedly reported over the years by friends who see them out together– even those she wouldn’t know) and really loves Gatito, but our relationship, to be totally honest, is not great. So I am kind of looking forward to starting afresh. We have made an offer to her good friend, who has also known Gatito for years. She was supposed to let us know, um, today, so I’m not sure what’s going on with that.
Work has been super stressful. I have never carried tension in my jaw before, but that is where I am carrying it now. It looks like I will, indeed, be sent to Budapest in a couple of months, but at least this trip should only be for a few days. And there is still a chance that no one will want to spend the money to send me, so I can always hope for that.
Basically, I am keeping my head above water, but only just barely. I no longer look forward to things settling down and life getting back to normal. There is no such thing as normal. It’s just life.
About the Aspergers. Repeat after me “What he/she just did/said is not about me, it is not about me”
If your “friend” wants to talk more about it have her email me!