I am finally back after being crazy-busy in the last six weeks. We've done a lot; I quit my old job and started a new job that was a promotion, we went on vacation, M went on sabbatical, we applied for a mortgage, we bought a new house, we moved to the new house, the kids started at a new school, one of the kids had extensive medical tests and I ended up in the hospital for a short time.
It's been enough to make the Holmes & Rahe Stress scale tip over into full tilt and produce a stress level assessment something like "High stress. In fact, your head is probably going to explode. Go lie down. NOW."
Interesting side-bar note: abuse isn't part of the stress scale evaluation. Christmas and "trouble with the boss" are, but having a family member or romantic partner degrade, insult and threaten your safety isn't stressful? For realz?
I've had some blogging ideas that have been rattling around in my head, and I plan to write about them soon, mainly out of a sense of self-preservation. Blog post ideas have been filling up the corners of my mind and pushing other (more pertinent) information out my ears.
Now I have an image of me leaving a trail of ideas scattered around the floor behind me as I walk around - idea Gretel, leaving a trail of pushed out thoughts behind me...
Anyway, here's some of what the last six weeks looked like:
At our local kids hospital for a variety of tests (including "nose-cam")
Packing... lots and lots of packing. Then unpacking... lots and lots of unpacking.
Moving into the new house.
Even though some would say our stress level is very high due to all the changes we've been going through, the most important thing is that we are happy. The kids and I have gone from homeless to home owners. We've gone from walking on eggshells in a shelter to stomping around in our own home. Laundromat to laundry room.
We're all thrilled and grateful and overwhelmed and excited.
And happy. Really happy.
