That’s all there is to it. And it’s my blog and I’m gonna bitch about it.
I’m going through an intense bout of ”I hate my job” and a huge increase in the bullshit office politics isn’t helping. I’d go into details, but hey, I’ve read Dooce’s blog. Unfortunately, I’m the major earner of the family and probably wouldn’t find a job paying nearly as well any time soon. That and when asked what my dream job would be, I can’t come up with anything. I frequently find myself wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I majored in Literature. That almost-master’s degree in Liberal Arts helps a whole lot, too.
We’re probably going to have to sell our house at a loss. We might get lucky and sell it for enough to cover the various closing costs and what we still owe. Oh, and the time estimate on doing so? About 6 months.
The responsible part of me realizes that we aren’t going to be staying in Texas for more than a couple of years and thinks that perhaps renting makes more sense than buying a house for such a short period of time. Check available rentals…more than my monthly mortgage payment/in a crappy area/in a good area but nowhere near where we need to be. Check {shudder} apartments. I hate apartments. I’m sure there are some very lovely apartments, somewhere. I’ve never lived in them. I’d have to get rid of a bunch of things if we moved back into an apartment.
I have a fever blister of epic proportions that has, thankfully, passed the punched in the mouth-itchy-can’t stop thinking about it stage. However, it has now reached the split open and bleed every time you open your mouth stage. Attractive.
I’m suddenly not sleeping again. I went through this a couple of months ago, thought it had passed, and now I’m back to the whole awake between 3 and 5 thing again. I don’t function well on 5 hours of sleep. Yes, I know I’m trying to get pregnant. Believe me, I’ve spent much time wondering exactly how THAT’S going to work for me. For the time being, though, I’ve rearranged my desk so that I can nap behind it at lunch and not be seen. Small victories.
I’m feeling horribly homesick. I haven’t been back home since Halloween and my next trip (a combined anniversary/birthday present to go to the NC State Fair) isn’t until mid-October. On the plus side, there’s a second trip shortly after for Thanksgiving, so I’ll get two trips in fairly close order.
At least it’s friday. We’ve got two back-to-back appointments with potential realtors tomorrow. Then, I’m sending the boys out to do their own thing, mixing up a blenderful of margaritas, and sitting on my lovely patio to enjoy it while it’s still mine.
Office politics will kill the joy of the best jobs. Hang in there!
I am not functional on less than 6 hours of sleep. I have not had 6 hours of contiguous sleep in well over a year. Somehow, I seem to still function. It is the paradox of motherhood.
If it makes you feel any better (it probably won’t, but hell, I’m gonna try) this morning I rammed one elbow into furniture, another into a doorway and hit my head on a door knob. Oh, and my little toenail has ripped off and I spent the morning with a stomache ache.
Outside the box question: is it worth it to sell your house knowing you plan to move back to Home Place in a few years?
Ooh, that’s a toughie. Is renting out your house an option?
“Outside the box question: is it worth it to sell your house knowing you plan to move back to Home Place in a few years?”
Yes, that’s the question of the day and one that I’ve tried to ask S in very subtle ways. I have a feeling, in the end, we’ll probably end up just staying here. I don’t know if I feel up to being a landlord and rental houses are having as hard a time finding tenants as for-sale houses are with buyers. Today’s meetings will give us a better feel for things.
Stacie, do we need to come bubblewrap your house for you? That sounds like a painful day. I hope J kept his teeth under control, at least.
My assvice: stay in your house especially since you’re not planning on staying in Texas for much longer. Selling a house, buying a house and moving are high on the stress-o-meter.
I agree with Jeri. Why put yourself through this shit twice in such a short period of time.
Stay, and spend the money you save on fabric…
i’m not allowed to buy any more fabric until I use up my current stash. Whatever.
Well, now, that’s just unfair.
What he doesn’t realize is that I’ll just pay cash for it (We both finally gave in and got a joint account so now he sees all of my debit card purchases). Not like he’s catalogued my collection.
If I were, say, a bitch, I’d point out that my fabric buying addiction is WAAAAY cheaper than those computer books he buys. Of course, then there’d be the “but they help me with my job.” yadda yadda yadda.
{wink}