I had a therapist say to me that if she didn’t take copious notes during our times together, she wouldn’t believe how quickly things change in my family from week to week. Decisions I would discuss at one session would be completely changed and forgotten by the next. I’m sure this did nothing for my case against insanity, but it’s the way I have always been.
I come from a long line of hyperactive extroverts. The kind of people who say stupid things like “I’ve tried and tried, but I’m just not a person who can take naps” or “Why relax on vacation when you can hike, bike, swim, take a basket weaving class, and learn the local language?” Therefore, I feel like I am doing something wrong if I don’t have at least 25 plates in the air at one time. This had led to a full, stressful, beautiful, chaotic, and interesting life. But it also hasn’t been very conducive to keeping up with weekly blog posts.
Not that I’m vain enough to believe that anyone has been dying to know what’s been happening in my life, but I figured I would catch everyone up with what has been going on in the Porter universe since I last wrote.
(Not necessarily in order of importance, but kind of in order of importance…)
-The Eagles win the Super Bowl.
-I find out I’m pregnant with baby number 3
-We decided we are going to buy a new house.
-Hire a realtor and start packing boxes
-Scratch the house purchase, let’s renovate instead!
-Fire Realtor, hire a contractor, an architect, and a designer
– Keep packing boxes
– I can’t breathe out of my nose. I can’t hear in my left ear. Are you supposed to cough up green goo? Surely it’s just a head cold. It will get better.
-Weren’t we supposed to have blue prints by now? Oh, the contractor is in Europe for 2 weeks? We can’t get ahold of the architect? Eh, it will be fine. I’m sure we’ll be in the new house when the baby comes.
-Update, not a cold. Bronchitis and a severe sinus infection. Antibiotics for 2 weeks.
-Boxes. So many boxes.
-Strep Throat! Stomach bug! Don’t forget, you’re also pregnant. Are you eating and sleeping enough?
-Finally get blueprints. House will be done by Thanksgiving. It’s cool. Moving back in with your parents is what millennials are supposed to do, right?
-Submit renovation permits to the Borough.
-Renovations cancelled. Let’s move instead!
-Re-hire realtor–clear out entire house, get it ready to list, and move back in with your parents. You have 2 weeks. Go!
(It’s fine! It’s all fine! Did I mention, I’m fine?)
-Sell house in 2 days. They want to close in 30 days. Oh, but you need to put a new roof on the house, or they’re going to walk away from the deal.
To those of you who have read through this tedious recap, I thank you! We have made it to July, which despite travel and house hunting has been relatively calm. I’m still very pregnant, very tired, and as of today, very homeless. Today we close on the sale of our house. The first house we owned as a family. I almost find myself getting sentimental about it. Every time I do however, a tiny pair of baby feet stabs me in my organs, snapping me back to reality, and reminding me that we have bigger things to worry about.
I am painfully aware that my problems are 100 percent #firstworldproblems, and I have no right to ever complain. There are so many exciting things happening, and I cannot wait to see what the future holds. I just hope next time, it doesn’t take me 6 months to post about it!