I have to face reality today: We are getting the house ready to put on the market and we will be moving soon.
There I said it.
Then why do I still feel so sad? I've been trying to hold it together the past few days, but maybe I need a better tactic. I'm thinking: Rent a bunch of sappy movies and cry it out? We'll see.
Meanwhile, there are field trips and potlucks and end-of-the-year everythings to go to. I have to admit that it is good that I can tell the kids something; we aren't teetering back and forth anymore. They can say goodbye to our school and maybe get some closure. (I'm a child of the 80s. I'm versed in psychobabble.)
So, I am cleaning out the place, dividing my belongings into the going, goodwill and trash piles. I'm one crazy gene away from being a bonefide hoarder so I sit on my bed, in a stupor, wishing the task was something more appealing, like sawing off my pinky toe with an emery board. But. It's what needs to be done.
You know what I need? I need your suggestions: Have you listened to any good books on CD lately? Between you and the library, there's hope for me yet.
Please. I'm desperate.