November 11th, 2012. CD12.
I’m terribly sorry I haven’t posted a darn thing lately…
I am SO. FREAKING. BUSY.
Why did I think it was a good idea to prep the new house for move-in by the end of the month while I’m so busy with work and will be traveling most of this week?
Oh, and then there’s Thanksgiving.
So here’s my schedule for the next couple of weeks, just so you can see why I’m thisclose to a mental breakdown:
Paint rooms at the new house (thanks a TON to my in-laws for their help with that! I’m a a terrible painter!!)
Pack up the whole. damn. apartment.
Buy a whole bunch of stuff like carpet and furniture so the new house won’t be empty.
Tackle the ever-growing Mount Saint Laundry that’s slowly spilling out of my closet and threatening to decimate the rest of my sleeping habitat. I blame global warming.
Pack my bags and fly to Atlanta at the ass-crack of dawn on Wednesday.
Spend Wednesday through Saturday performing manual labor, standing around smiling and being friendly all day, and wearing a really ugly shirt – all difficult tasks for me.
Meet up with a good friend, and hopefully make time for a fun outing… details to come. 😉
Fly home sometime really, REALLY late on Saturday night.
Arrive home sometime really, REALLY early Sunday morning.
(Oh, and at some point while I’m in Atlanta, away from the husband, I should ovulate. Of course.)
Back to work for a few days…
Pack and move in the evenings… Somehow find the time to schedule utilities to be set up and transferred…
Black Friday = MOVING DAY (officially… so long as the movers are available…)
WHIRLWIND THANKSGIVING WEEKEND – Move, party, visit, arrange, rearrange, unpack, settle…
OMG. It’s December.
How the F**K did that happen??
And you know what that means, right?
…The big 3-2 falls on 12-2.
So anyway, you can see that my mind is working a million miles a minute right now trying to process all of the chaos in my life.
I suppose it was a good thing that the doc kept me from attempting a medicated cycle this month…
Bring it on, December. I’m ready for my birthday, Christmas, the anniversary, and a whole pile of meds!
Oh, and after putting in all of this effort in November, I will be really, REALLY mad if the Mayans were right about this whole apocalypse thing.