Last night as I was falling asleep I had the greatest idea for a blog post. It was going to be a doozy, the post to end all blogs everywhere. It was going to be both funny and touching and people would come from all over the internet to read it. As I was planning it all out I thought I should really get out of bed and write all this down. Eh...... I'll remember it in the morning. Of course this morning I couldn't remember a single thing about this brilliant blog post, which now I'm thinking was probably in actuality very, very stupid since I came up with it while half asleep. But that means that you guys just get to read about me bitching and moaning about my life again.
In about a month and a half my family and I will be on our way to Oregon. We aren't going to wait here for the house to sell, we just don't have that kind of time. Hopefully the real estate agents will still do their job even though we will be thousands of miles away. Tell me they will. Please. Just lie to me if you have to.
I am scared. And excited. And anxious. And ready to go right now. Things seem to be falling into place for Jay's work once we get there, which eases my mind a bit. Although I don't like to get too excited about things before they are definite. It seems that whenever I become overly optimistic (or even just regular optimistic), life has a way of slapping me down and reminding me that joy and happiness were not meant for me. So I remain.......realistically upbeat. I'm trying to not think that we will move out to Portland only to be homeless. We will not end up living under a bridge and my children will not immediately become gang members.
Another thing I'm trying to not think about is the actual drive to Oregon. We estimate it will take four or five days. More than half a week in a car with my husband and kids, 2 dogs, and three cats. (In case you're wondering, we found a good home for the turtle.) I'm toying with the idea of just casually trying to find a new forever home for one of my nicer, more well behaved cats. Casually, as in, I don't really want to part with her, but I will if I find a great stable person who wants a cat. Again, I don't want to do this, but I need to be realistic. Once we get out to Portland it will be much easier to find a place to live if we have one less animal. But, if I don't find someone, she'll just be making the trip with us.
So that's where I'm at. I still have a lot going on and a lot on my mind and I'm just trying to slowly take it all in and process it in a way that doesn't result in me having some type of mental breakdown.
Oh, one more thing. Are the rest of you as excited as I am about the Oscars this Sunday? Sigh. Alec.