It's been one of those weeks. Sick husband. Broken fridge. Airline who's supposed to pay us money ignoring me. Frustrating phone calls. Hours on hold to people. Real estate agents turning up on the doorstep unannounced at dinner time. My hands and feet swelling up to look like a cartoon character. Each day has brought something new. We rounded out the week by spending Friday night at the medical centre with an unhappy young lass who looked a sight with conjunctivitis and an ear infection. She then woke every hour or so through the night.
This morning will be spent cleaning for one person to look at the house who 'might' be interested. Again. I've been doing this for four months now. Being constantly asked by people: "What are you going to do?" As much as I've tried not to be, I've been in the worst mood. Fed up. Over it.
As much as I've tried not to stress about it, this week I've kept thinking we should have sold our house and be settled somewhere new. Moving forward. How trying to sell and move either about to drop or with a newborn is going to be a nightmare. Wishing I knew where Lil-Lil was going to school so we could start to get her ready. Seeing all the other kids in the neighbourhood get their uniforms and go to orientation days, makes me feel sad Lil-lil's not doing the same.
I know it will work out, some how, some way. I know it's not the end of the world if we stay here. We like it here a lot after all. I know that people cram into spaces smaller than ours. I know that people have to change schools. I know that being pregnant and tired and full of hormones makes it feel worse than it is. Realistically I know that most of this is in my head. I just wanted to get it sorted.
So it's time to suck it up and move past this funk I've been feeling the past week or two. Cause I've done all I can. I can't change the rest.
The next few weeks WILL be better. I WILL be happier. I WILL NOT be in a bad mood.
Onwards and upwards.