Time for a coffee break. This is where I don't have enough to write a full post, so we just chat about what's on my mind. Well, I chat, and you listen;)
First off, Dan and I have made a decision that rates about an 8 out of 10 on the stress meter. No, good heavens, we're not having another child. (That would be about a 21). After mulling the idea over for months and months, we've decided to test the waters and put our house up for sale. We called our realtor, got some encouraging news, and have been packing up our house and even had one of those "stager people" come over to tell us things we already know. Like we have too much stuff and if we'd put half of it away, we would have a really nice looking house. So, for the past two weeks I've been going through the house with a critical eye, a black marker in my back pocket, a roll of packing tape on my wrist and an assortment of empty cardboard boxes easily accessible in the garage. Much of the packing up is done, and now we've moved onto spackling holes and preparing to paint. Hopefully, the timing will work out so that when this place is ready to sell, we'll find the house of our dreams -- right here in the same town we live in with just a couple amenities that we've been missing for the past 16 years -- and it will all fall together:o) They say the best time to look for a job is when you already have one, and we think the same applies to moving. We don't have to move. We don't hate our house, in fact it's a very nice house. So we'll see what's meant to be.
Lately, I've been hooked on the TV show "John and Kate Plus Eight." It's the reality show with the couple who have 6-year-old twins and 3-year-old sextupets (that's SIX!) Em and I love watching it together. We laugh at how cute the kids are and shake our heads and say, thank goodness we don't have that many kids! And secretly, I like the show, because Kate makes me look like a saint. She is the Queen of all Control Freaks. I can totally relate to her. But I can watch her and feel a bit smug, because at least I'm not that obsessed with being in control.
It's truly springtime in Colorado, because it's snowing that wet, sloppy snow that will leave muddy dog footprints all over the back deck and the family room tile, and in a couple days the lawn will be much greener. At the Rockies game last night, Luke and I were huddled under blankets. Yep, it's spring. Yesterday, the three fifth grade classes at Emily's school left for three days of Outdoor Education in the mountains. The snowstorm is covering the whole state, so I feel for the teachers! Seventy-five 11-year-olds cooped up inside for three days. Meanwhile, I'm enjoying the day, staying at home and catching up on odds and ends. I did go to my fitness class this morning, and blew all the way across the parking lot afterward to get to the car.
One week from today, I will be 50. Fifty! I find it ironic that my birthday this year falls on a Thursday, the same day of the week that I was born. "Thursday's child has far to go." Here's a picture of where it all began, Presbyterian Hospital, Newark, New Jersey. Yeah, I was born in Newark, so don't mess with me;)