I am stressed out! To say the least- packing up over 10 years of crap, organizing all the paperwork that is required to sell our place ( I sold it BY OWNER, so there's a load of work I need to do for the sale) and of course hunting for a new home and trying to find a place before we end up living with my Bachelor brother who likes my cooking, but not THAT much- Argh! It's a lot.
Thank goodness Monkey is at day camp and although there are days I'd love to just pack and pack and get in a zone I do have a 1-year-old, Froggy attached to my leg all day. Yup, he's pretty much attached to my leg- ALL DAY. So I pack at night, into the wee hours when everyone else in the world is sleeping. Except those people on Twitter, they're up and listening to my rants at all hours of the night. Thank goodness for Twitter. (there's a sentence in my whole life I never thought I'd type.)
Yesterday the shit hit the fan. My Management company is throwing a wrench into our final plans to sell our place and I pretty much lost it upon receiving a letter at my door from them yesterday right before the "bedtime dance" was to begin. We all know the "dance" when the kids need about 100 things done in an hour. So it was dinner, bathtime, play toys, read/practice books with Monkey, give Froggy a bottle, get Froggy to bed and spend "alone" time with Monkey where he gets Mommy's undivided attention for an hour of fun/games/puzzles/books, etc. CRAZY! So when the letter arrived and I was already in the midst of craziness I totally lost it. I was stressing and crazy, like a woman on a mission where no one should get in my way. No one.
I tried to occupy Monkey and get Froggy to bed so I could focus on my plan with my Management company and discuss with IceMan the best way to go. Ugh, as if moving isn't enough, this is ultimate stress. Froggy went into his crib and in trying to keep my cool I may have been a bit harsh in my tone with Monkey, so I could "handle" this new situation. (there's always something isn't there)
In my pleading with him to please "FIND SOMETHING TO DO!" (promises of books, games and puzzles out the window)
He looked at me with those big blue eyes and paused, then he very slowly said, "I'm gonna be a Quilby."
I wanted to yell, "WHAT THE FUCK IS A QUILBY" because I was so annoyed with other issues, BUT I DIDN'T.
Instead I said very calmly, "WHAT are you going to be?"
He said, "A Quilby." "It's a very quiet animal that doesn't make any noise."
Intrigued I asked, "Did you learned about this on PBS kids, sounds fascinating."
Monkey replied, "No, I made it up, but it's a very good idea for an animal, right?"
My heart softened and I relaxed a bit as I responded, " Yes, a very good idea for an animal and a great idea for you to be a Quilby right now." (while Mommy loses her shit)
Thank God for Monkey, now if he could figure out a way for the Management office to all turn into Quilbys I'll be golden.
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