Twas Brillig

So, remember how I was in the process of buying a house in Colorado?  Yeah…  The house has been considered under contract for over three weeks now.  We are dealing with the worst seller EVER.  Who is that seller?  Why, it’s the US Federal Government.  We had an agreement, we were moving forward.  Suddenly, they are trying to get out of it.  Yeah.  I’ve been waiting around for three weeks for the green light to go ahead and actually move in, and now they’re trying to get out of it.  It’s the most ridiculous situation in the whole world.  My brother—the one in Denver who my hubby is living with while we wait to have our own place—is a partner in a hoity-toity law firm.  He has been giving us legal advice and it’s looking like we may end up embroiled in a legal battle over this house—which is precisely what I was hoping to do with all my free time this summer…

Which means, among other madness, that I could be stranded here in Utah indefinitely while my husband is in Colorado.

“Shoot me now” is the phrase that comes to mind…

Also… there’s a leak in the basement.  Like, the kind of leak that caused the ceiling in the closet of my boys’ bedroom to collapse.  The kind of leak that has been saturating insulation and drywall for long enough that the smell of mold is enough to kill.  The kind of leak that I know nothing about fixing and will therefore have to call a plumber who will rob me blind.  The kind of leak that may just be the straw that breaks my camel-ish back.

My kids are all out of school now, which in many ways makes things easier.  It also means, however, that I have four children at home all day every day.  I adore them and they’re so much fun, but it’s hard to get much done!

Oh, and I’m sick.  It’s my fault, really.  I dragged my kids, my husband, and my sister to Lagoon yesterday.  I love Lagoon—I love amusement parks in general.  But it was pouring rain all day long.  Now, we all had our little $1 plastic ponchos and that helped a lot to keep us dry, but we were freezing.  I looked at my little children who were shaking and shivering, drenched, with little purple lips and frozen fingers, and thought, “wow, they’re all going to be sick.”  But no, I’m the one who’s sick.  Fever, chills, sore throat.  My kids, however, are bouncing off the walls…

In the above whiny paragraph, I mentioned that my husband was here.  Yes!  He flew in on Friday night and flew out this morning at 3:00 a.m.!  I can’t even tell you how wonderful it was to be with him.  We’d been apart for three weeks, which I realize isn’t all that long, but to us it was an eternity.  We had such a great weekend together, which made it that much harder to let him go this morning, especially since we have no idea when we might see each other again.  Sigh.  I just adore that man.

Let me be clear, though, that with all the whining that I’ve done in this post so far, I’m actually doing remarkably well.  Why?  How?  Well, I have the best friends and neighbors a girl could have.  People keep bringing in food for us or taking my kids for a few hours.  Not a day goes by that I don’t have half a dozen phone calls from well-wishers, wondering how they can make my burden a little bit lighter.  I’m spoiled rotten, that’s what I am!

And I’m also spoiled by all of you.  In my last post, I mentioned that I hate that I’m not blogging much lately, and would anyone be willing to guest-blog for me?  The response was amazing.  Twenty of you volunteered to help me out and keep my blog from dying!  WOW!  This will be so much fun!  If you are among those who offered to guest-post, then you’ll be receiving an email from me soon about when and how.

So, really, the insanity continues and there appears to be no end in sight.  But it’s all good, thanks to my friends—both the real and the online kind (who, by the way, are very real).

And now, I’m going to go lock everyone in the basement, throw some raw meat at them (because I’m kind-hearted like that), and take a nap.