At the end of each day, I sit at the computer, wandering the web, my mind simultaneously a vat of mud and brimming with ideas. The journey of selling our house has ruined my concentration, especially this week when it seems that at any moment the whole deal will fall apart.
We got an email tonight letting us know that the buyer is probably going to withdraw her offer.
Hope remains that we can work it out, but it's been a tough week. Tough knowing when we'll need to find a place to stay after the house sells. Tough knowing if the house will sell. Tough knowing that at the end of the day we feel no closer to actually breaking ground on building the new house.
And then today, I was feeling completely stressed out with
emails to realtors,
phone calls to contractors,
photo retouching for a new job I have (and like, but today was definitely a logistics headache),
and somehow trying to get lunch on the table.
At this moment of pulling my hair out, Sydney asked to play with play-dough. Seriously. Play-dough is a thorn in my side, a plague in my clean kitchen, an irritant almost as strong as rap music. Nevertheless, she was patient with me as I hunched over the computer for an hour, and so I pulled it out for her.
Thirty minutes later--when she was done--
rather than clean the table,
sweep the floor,
and wash the play-dough toys,
I decided that we just needed to be outside.
I needed to be far, far away from my computer.
I needed to be close to my babies, sitting on a blanket, eating frozen blueberries, watching Sydney dance and Jules spin.
It may be a crazy ride, but at least I've got one handsome guy, two pretty little people, and a dozen bags of frozen blueberries by my side. Hope lives on.