A Strange Sense of Limbo

A Strange Sense of Limbo

I’ve got plenty to do, and I’ve been keeping busy, but at the same time I’m kind of stuck for a bit.  We have a bunch of boxes that can’t be unpacked until the kids’ carpet is installed, and we can’t unpack the family room boxes until the kids’ boxes are out of the family room.  We’re waiting for all the paperwork to go back and forth on the sale of the old house, and I’ve made all the requisite phone calls.  Nothing to be done there, except wait until closing.  So. . .I’m keeping busy making some meals in advance, dragging the leaf bags to the curb, doing laundry, letting the cats in and out, rearranging stuff I put away already. 

It’s interesting, because I’ve gone from a situation where my days were packed, and I’m not used to having time.  It’ll be different once I can start unpacking again, get started on teacher certification and maybe even go back to work, get the sewing set up. . .

Of course, right now my mold allergies were kicked up by the leaf cleanup, and my sinuses are exploding from the incoming weather, so what I’d >like< to be doing is taking a nap.  Heh.