Up again with nausea...although this time it was reasonably timely. I woke up just as the lightening and thunder were rolling in and got the windows closed before the rain hit.
We moved Boy into the new room and we got the stamp of approval yesterday morning...We were moving some tools and such that had gotten dumped in his old room for quick clear back to the basement, and Boy came in. He looked around and said, "This not my room..." ran to his new room and declared, "This my room! Ta-DA!!!" *grin* THAT was pretty damn awesome! I still need to clear out the old closet and switch his clothes to the new dresser, but I think the room-change stress is a non-worry now.
We had a very nice dinner with a gal who may in fact be our next roommate. *chuckles* Yeah, I know...after the last ones, we weren't exactly LOOKING, but when her e-mail was posted to one of my groups and I showed it to Beloved, we decided to offer. As a meet-n-greet, we spent almost 4 hours chatting with her and her mother. She has a job at FermiLab, is poly and served as CHAIR for a major polyfest in Canada, is a boardgamer, and asked about a GI diet. After dinner, she asked some rather pointed questions, including "Honestly, did you clean up before I arrived?". One of her only concerns was that the room we have to offer might be a little small, so can she keep some things like BOOKS in the common area? Basically, she is the antithesis of the last girl we lived with. I think one of my major concern is how well she can adjust to life with small kids, but apparently she had a job doing childcare at one point.
*shrug* I think I've mentioned before, but in the 13 years that Beloved and I have been married, we have not had a cooperative living arrangement for about 47 months TOTAL...and that is split and divided. Most of the time, it's been a good thing.
My rambling last post...*sigh* It's kinda funny what things get triggered when you're tired and emotional. It was raw, but reflective in a way I don't usually get. I guess it's a good thing, but I wonder if people think I'm a closet nutcase. *grin* I suppose I am, truthfully, but not for the reasons you might think!
Anyhow, I'm going to go back and try to lay down again...I've got an hour and a half before I have to be up, and I need the rest even if it's not SLEEP...
172 hours...and counting...
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