Transition

I used my own furniture for staging my old house, which means we don’t have any furniture here, and won’t for about a month. We have twin beds to sleep on, and the washer and dryer, but we don’t have a fridge. Also, the dryer just broke. Also, a hornet is loose in the living room somewhere, hiding in amongst the labyrinth of boxes. Also, the cleaning woman we hired to clean this house before we moved in apparently spent a full day and a half scrupulously washing every single door in the place, but she didn’t clean the bathrooms or the kitchen or the floors?

And I’m not even going to begin to list all the shit that’s gone wrong with fixing up the old house, which I now have one week and one day to try to sort out. Luckily, it only takes 90 minutes each way to go up there repeatedly when it’s not rush hour, so not a huge deal to, for example, go up there to manually pay someone in cash who (just as an example here) can only be there to receive it at 8:00 a.m. on a Tuesday morning. Then, the new nanny starts the following week (I hope she isn’t expecting furniture), and then I go back to work.

I’m fine with all of this, though, because I’ve decided that now that I’m a mother, I’m going to have a complete personality transplant and just be a very chill, easy-going, one day at a time kind of person. It’s working great so far. Just ask my mom.