Everybody’s working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody’s goin’ off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go!
Yep, I’m a child of the 80’s… can you tell? Heh. THIS stupid song got stuck in my head this afternoon and I cannot get rid of it – I’ve even tried listening to it all the way through (usually that works) but even that didn’t solve the issue.
After my debacle yesterday with Our Girl it seems things have evened out a bit again – she apologized for arguing with me and I apologized for snapping, and now we’re back to our normal selves. She even volunteered to fix dinner tonight – well, actually she commandeered dinner preparation because she knew my head was still freaking pounding. Unfortunately it’s beginning to look like this is going to be one of those bouts of Fibro – the ones that send me to bed for days on end, the ones that even mass amounts of anti-anxiety, muscle relaxers, or pain killers can stop. It’s a nightmare when it starts, and it continues to be a nightmare for several days. And of course it could not have come at a better time – of course! We got an offer on our house this week. We have about 60 days to make our decision. 60 days to pack up a house, get medical and school records for three children, decide on mental health placement for our youngest son (if he’s not released by closing), and find a place to live in our new city. It should get pretty interesting around here!
In a way I’m excited because we will be “starting over” in a new town, and in another way I’m really apprehensive because we will be starting over in a new town. I guess it’s just a matter of perspective. We can be positive and look at this as a huge opportunity for better – or we can be negative and look at it as losing our home, that’s paid for because we can’t find work here.
I prefer to take the positive route, and even if we take a hit on the value of the house – it’s all CASH money in our pocket – every dime. And that will give us a nice cushion to live on until we do find work. I can only hope this headache disappears soon – I’ve got packing to do!!!