Eight days

That's how long it took to get our house into what we consider "selling ready". What does that mean anyway? For us it means that basically it looks like a model home. It looks like nobody lives here. We moved stuff out, bought new stuff, changed out bedding, painted walls, planted plants, cleaned like nobodies business, serviced all the appliances, put a ton of stuff in storage, and basically worked ourselves into utter exhaustion. But I guess the upside is when we are ready to move, 95% of the work is already done, all we have to do is pack up what is left. Now, we wait. We wait for the plethora of home buyers (can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?) And I turn into a raging monster about cleanliness.

In the midst of this I have done exactly nothing for my philosophy class. The upshot is I have learned that I really do not need to do anything for my philosophy class because the prof basically lectures for 2 hours straight about nothing even close to what he says he was going to lecture on. So the fact that I have not read the text is not a problem. Let's hope that continues today. And lets hope that the fact that I have not showered is not offensive to my fellow classmates.

Here's to hope.

Pressing on through the hard part.

I'm not sure why but always at the end of the semester or quarter, my body wants to give up about a week before it is actually given permission by me to do so. Today, all day, all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep. I need to continue on at high rev for another 10 days so this is not an ok thing. Caffiene and I are not good friends so I turn to sugar which deposits itself on my backside which, with the approach of summer is not a happy thing.

*le sigh*

I so badly just want to have a few minutes to breathe. To not snap at everyone I love. To have time to take my puppy to the vet for her ear infection. To make dinner for my family.

To not be awake at 3am because my body is freaking out. That would be nice too.

The other night I dreamed I was pregnant but it was the day before I was to deliver and all of a sudden I realized I had missed the whole pregnancy and I was so sad because I really wanted to have that whole time back to relish and do over but I couldn't. I'm not sure if that was a warning to cherish this time or what it was but it was very clear to me that I need to slow down and enjoy what I have. Too many times in life I am in such a hurry to get through things and then when I am done and on to the next thing I wish I had that time back to do over again.

But I will not miss these sleepless stress filled nights. That is a fact.

Tomorrow, I will re-read these early morning ramblings and think "Man that girl needs to sleep some more". I will be right, lol.

Good night. Er-Good Morning.