Yeah. It's afternoon.
I never seem to know what time it is anymore.
I'm not complaining. I have something to keep busy with all the time.
Husband might be complaining, but I think he'll manage.
Being busy has kept my mind off of the amount of upheaval and back-and-forth that have been going on in our lives. It's all good things, and we have made it through in tact, but it has been stressful. We managed to get a contract on our house, and it won't be our house anymore in about 11 days. I haven't had time to think about how bizarre that is, and that's probably good. We'll be moving in with family for a few months while our beautiful new house is finished. Saving up will be very, very nice. Living with other people might be difficult. I think we'll survive it.
We're settling in to new ideas of life and things we might need to focus on instead of the ideal that we had our hearts set on for most of our lives. This might not work out the way we want. Since other things seem to chugging along, that doesn't seem soul crushing anymore.
Most of the time.
We got the sister-in-law married off in a mostly uneventful weekend of wedding shenanigans. By uneventful, I mean everyone returned alive with all limbs intact. I dodged relentless grilling by the bride-to-be about when we're going to make babies, and I handled it way better than I ever thought I would.
I survived the wedding that was put on in three months because she wants to start making babies yesterday. The idea of it was difficult for me to begin with, but it was never about me. Sometimes, my feelings really don't matter. That's totally ok. She'll have babies because life is good to her like that, and I'll sit and hurt for a while. It these last few months have taught me anything, though, it's that I'll get over it.
And we continue on because that is what we do. We're busier than ever and, right now, that's a good thing.
It's a great thing.
And, as always, its hip to be square, kids.