There’s pregnancy. Nearly 36 weeks. Childbirth class, weekly doctor visits. Group B strep test. Fluids. Gotta drink enough fluids. Measure the baby. Is he growing enough? Am I putting on enough weight? Weight, wait! I lost weight?! Make sure I put on weight (ok, probably shouldn’t complain about that directive). Schedule 38 week sonogram. Hospital tour. Gotta tour the hospital. Hospital bag. Not packed. Waterproof mattress pad…in case water breaks. Not bought. One word: humbling.
There’s homebuying. Closing in two weeks. Need pay stubs, W-2s, 401K statements, bank statements, driver’s licenses, signatures (everywhere!), proof of this, proof of that. Open wide and just expose yourselves! Financially, that is. Is the mortgage application proceeding smoothly? Homeowner’s insurance? Title search, appraiser, check. One word: dizzying.
There’s apartment selling. ROADBLOCK! Buyer not approved. Need new buyer, STAT. Put apartment back on the market. Clean up apartment, store moving boxes in orderly fashion. Get ‘showing’ ready. Light candles, wipe countertops, open windows, fluff pillows. Two weeks until two mortgages weigh heavy above our heads. One word: frightening.
There’s moving. Moving boxes, tape, packing paper. Need more boxes. What’s in this box? What can we put in that box? Does this even fit in a box? Will this break in a box? I can’t lift a single box. Need to pack more boxes. One word: cardboard.
There’s work. Still have a full-time job. Still have deadlines. Shorter deadlines. Company restructures. Third time in one year. Industry is shape-shifting, morphing, evolving. Nobody can predict where it’s all headed. We all hang on for dear life. One word: disorder.
There’s a lot going on right now. A whole clusterfuck of A LOT. Somehow, my head is still attached. My sanity is still intact, hanging on like tightly squeezed fingertips on a nearly flat rock face. But it’s intact. Somehow, inevitably, it’ll all work out. That is the mantra. It will all work out. It will all work out.