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We’re getting set to move, as I mentioned earlier. This involves a lot of preparation and shedding of no-longer-needed things (de-crapification). It also means trying to get the things needed to have a new house as livable as possible as soon as possible. Evie wants to make sure that everything has a place so that everything can go in a place. We have an estimated week+ of tasks to do after closing, including putting an epoxy coat on the garage floor, wiring speakers in the basement, putting in cabinet organizers, blinds, appropriate child locks and so on. Evie and I are both idling, waiting for the bank to get its paperwork together so that we can go through the closing and start this work.
In the meantime, I’ve been taking the kids to the house on school days and walking to the bus stop. I’ve also been biking to work from there a couple days a week. It’s a pleasant and significantly less dangerous ride.
Still everyone is affected. Evie has been having trouble sleeping. Stuart had been edgy (but we are working with a behavior chart and that seems to help). Alice has been cheerful, but I heard her wake up and say something or maybe she was talking in her sleep. I’ve had colorful dreams the past week, including tonight which is why I’m awake at MY GOD! IT’S ALMOST 3:00AM! Yup, I was granted a particularly emotional dream which woke me up a mere hour and a half after I went to sleep and I’ve been reading since then.
I just finished Zoe’s Tale, by John Scalzi and am not ready to start another book just yet.
Everyone here is just a little anxious about moving. These days, I’m becoming intensely aware of the fact that we’re hemorrhaging money getting ready. It shouldn’t be a surprise since I knew it would happen, but the magnitude of it grates against my Yankee stinginess.
Maybe that’s why I’m getting the dreams.
I’d rather sleep.