Holy shit. Last week was like The Perfect Storm. Postpartum anxiety, a move, two sick children, snow, and news that our house in Mulletville (the one that's on the market) has depreciated $70,000 since we bought it.
But. It's nothing compared to what's happening in Japan. I keep reminding myself of that.
So far life in Mulletville Lite has been surreal. I find myself vacillating between "Yes! We're out of Mulletville!" and "Fuck, I used to vacuum this room for allowance money and now I'm vacuuming it because I have to." Mmm, bipolar goodness.
Putting Junior to bed in the room that used to be my childhood bedroom was just plain odd.
Looking down the hall at my old bedroom from what's now my room and was previously my parents' room was even odder.
Myah, sex? Kind of still suck in the "ew" stage.
And who turned the lights off? Even with street lights on, it's dark out there. We'ze in the country! I can hear crickets and blades of grass wafting in the wind. Sticks tumbling by the creek. My braids slapping against my cheeks as I forage for berries.
Ok, ok. This isn't Caddie Woodlawn.
Which, incidentally, I read in fifth grade. In this town.
This is going to take some getting used to.
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