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CrazyTiredMomma
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Name: Deby
Birthday: 3/30/1977
Gender: Female
Interests: Being outdoors, laughing with my daughter, snuggling with my husband, watching my son sleep, singing in the shower, and trying to find the perfect way to make popcorn in my stovetop popper.
Expertise: Letting dishes sit in the sink for a really long time, waiting to be washed...although I'm supposed to be working hard to fix that!
Occupation: Medical
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AIM:  debima
Member Since:
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| Wow, remember how sad I was to move out of our old house? I bawled for days and Gary had to practically drag me out of the house. Well, tomorrow is "move out of the townhouse" day, and I'm not sad at all! I'm still not completely motivated because I don't like to pack, but I can honestly say that no tears will be shed.
It's hard to believe that we're actually moving into our house. I've gone there a few times during the week since we closed (that was on Monday and was not without drama...) and it's still weird to think that it's OUR house. This whole process has been such a whirlwind of activity. It was less than 6 months ago when I said that I wasn't moving out of the Able St. house. And now here we are, we've sold that house, we've built a new house, and we're ready to move in.
I am grateful to the friends and family who have been so supportive during the whole process. Watching the kids, helping us move (twice!), listening to me complain, giving advice... it's all been very appreciated. As we go into this next chapter of our lives, I am excited to make new memories with all of you. Stop by anytime! Because I *always* have a clean house and would never be embarrassed if someone stopped by without any warning! Well, that's not true, and you already know that. But honestly, I'm really going to try and keep things organized so I'm ready to have you stop by. Feel free to test me on that!
I'll post some photos of the finished house soon. It's beautiful! (How that happened with our lack of design skill, I have no idea. I think we just got lucky...)
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| Exciting day for me today. I had a root canal!
Ok, not all that exciting. But it was my first and I've heard such horror stories about the whole ordeal so I was a little scared. However, given that the pain I'd been having last week was so bad that I had to do "labor breathing" to get through it, I decided that I could deal with whatever temporary pain the root canal would give me.
The appointment was scheduled for 7am which is pretty early for me. But I figured that it would be easier because Gary could just go into work late and I'd be so tired from working the last 4 evenings that maybe I would just be able to fall asleep during the procedure. I think I'd have been able to sleep easier if I'd brought my iPod to listen to, but I can say that near the end of the two hours, I was totally falling asleep! The dentist had to keep telling me to open my mouth wider because I kept closing it as I relaxed.
Anyway, to keep a long and boring story short, it's done and I'm sure I'll be good as new in a few days. However, I really don't want to ever have another root canal.
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| I've been taking a little hiatus. So it's been, what? Like 6 weeks since I posted. Lots of fun stuff going on. Lots of stressful things going on. But I suppose it's nothing that we can't handle. Here's a little rundown.
- Katherine started kindergarten
- Oliver started pre-school
- Katherine and I went to Mary Poppins (got a GREAT deal on tickets!)
- The Vikings are 5-0 (yay!)
- The Twins were (key word: WERE) awesome
- I did the Iron Girl Duathlon
- Gary and I ran the TC 10 Mile race
- We celebrated our 9th anniversary and went to Grand Marais for a few days
- Our new house is moving along and we're almost done making all of our decisions
- We're looking forward to getting out of our townhouse in a mere 48 days (probably a few more than that)
So there it is. Six weeks all rolled into a few bullet points. Maybe at some point I'll go back and elaborate a bit. But I'm obviously not going to promise anything. 
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| I know, I know. The three of you who read my blog are incredibly tired of my sob story about having to leave our house. In fact, maybe there used to be four blog readers, but one of you left because you just couldn't take the constant whining. Well, I understand. My incessant complaining about how difficult it's been is almost getting on my nerves too. So, you'll be happy to know that I'm just about done with it.
Yes folks, after tonight, I will stop whining about being a crybaby.
I will stop making my itty bitty problems seem like they're worse than anyone else's problems.
I will no longer focus on me, me, me.
However, I still need tonight. So, here goes nothing.
I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning at the old house. There were odds and ends that needed to be taken out of the house. And the whole place needed a cleaning. I told Gary that I found it funny that it took us moving out of the house for me to actually clean the thing! (My refrigerator hasn't been that clean since the day it came out of a cardboard box!) Along the way, I decided that I needed to bake one last batch of cookies in my kitchen. In the past few years, I kind of took it as my personal job to make goodies for people in the neighborhood. New neighbors, new babies, etc, I would make cookies. So anyway, somebody needed to welcome the new people to the neighborhood! I came back to the townhouse and whipped up a quick batch of oatmeal butterscotch cookies (because I was all out of chocolate chips) and took it back to the house to bake while I was cleaning.
The cookies weren't the best ones ever, but they worked. I even wrote a little note to the new people, telling them that we loved the memories we made in the house, the neighbors are a wonderful community, yada yada yada...
I ate lunch out on the deck and enjoyed the view. We had a picnic dinner out in the backyard and watched people running and biking past. The four of us talked about the best things about the house, the things we wouldn't miss, the neighbors we'd miss the most. (I'm not telling names!) It was nice.
I said goodbye to good friends. (And I'm hoping that absence makes the heart grow fonder and we'll actually be better friends now that we're not so close in proximity.)
I made Gary and the kids come inside the house and we had a big hug and took one last photo.
I walked around all of the rooms and watched a slideshow of memories in my mind. I lingered in the smallest bedroom as I thought about our babies sleeping there. And then I got to my bedroom, the last room I visited on my retrospective tour, and the trickle of tears became a river. I found myself just laying on the floor, sobbing.
Eventually, Gary started calling my name and he came and told me that, "No, you cannot sleep here tonight. The kids are in the car, we HAVE to go!" He held my hands, pulled me up, and we walked out together.
It's not that I can't live in another house. A house is a house.
It's not that I can't live in another neighborhood. Good neighbors can be found anywhere. (I hope!)
But it's hard to let go of a good thing. I'm working on it though.
We gave the keys to the new people. Gary told them that they had better enjoy the view out the back window. I told them that, well, I didn't tell them much because I didn't want to break down crying and look like a fool.
But I did make them cookies.
And I sincerely hope that they are able to make MY home into THEIR home. I hope that they are able to start this next chapter of their lives with excitement. And I hope they don't paint Katherine's room. (But let's face it, they probably will.)
Goodbye 10561. Thank you for everything.
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| It's bittersweet. It's our last official night at our home. We were driving the kids to school this morning and I turned to Gary and said, "It's just so surreal." It's crazy to me that we've sold our house and we're moving out tomorrow. I know that I was there and made all the big decisions together with Gary. But did we really do this? It happened so fast! Two months ago, I wasn't even giving the ok for the whole thing to get started. And all of a sudden, here we are, moving out. Tomorrow. I'm excited for our new house. But I'm still in denial about leaving our current house. I just can't really think about it much. Because you know me. I'll cry. | | |
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