I really don't know what to say right now. Honestly -I think there has been so much going on that I don't even know where to begin.
House selling is far beyond unamusing-especially after 8 months. It's also all consuming.
Sometimes I think I'm seriously manic depressive but considering all that is happening maybe I'm just normal. I don't know anymore but I find it hard to catch my breath.
All I have been doing is running around town, calling people on the phone and waiting and hoping. I hate walking and talking on the phone, but that's all I do as well. I'm not a multi-tasker. I have to stay extremely organized, and that's not the easiest.
I have had some really good ideas float around my head, but I don't have a chance to put them down.
Also the wee birds are gone. I have an empty nest. We saw one sitting on the edge of the nest Saturday. He turned around and gave us the saddest look. His eyes screamed, "I'm not ready".
Baby, none of us are but it all works out.