saying goodbye (now I know why I've been crabby)

I've had a rotten summer. And it has consumed me like a tornado hitting Kansas.

But this past weekend I've had a change of heart.

The driveway's been poured on the Grey House. That means we won't be in the apartment for much longer. Sayonara moving boxes!

My interim director at work was not hired for the job permanently. And while that saddens me more than I can describe, I'm happy to know that the position has been filled and now I can prepare myself for my new boss' demands and habits. I was working like crazy because I had so much respect for the interim director. Now, as horrible as it sounds, the new boss will have to show me why she deserves any hour over 40 at the station. But that means I'll have some semblance of a life again. Auf wiedersehen 50+ hour work weeks!

All the stress has meant that I haven't been taking care of myself. Lots of fast food. Very little exercise. But surprisingly, Dad2Amara offered to go to the gym with me [gasp!]. So we signed up at a new place and have taken advantage of all of its services in the last 48 hours. We feel invigorated. And motivated. Bye bye big belly!

Now all that's left is to say so long to the toddler and preschool years. Because in 21 short days, Amara will be a full fledged kindergartner.

And that's when I realized what was making this summer more difficult that most.

It wasn't the stress of work or my health.

It was because my little girl is growing up.

And she's my only child.

And I'll never deal with teething again. Or potty training. Or preschool.

No more new baby smell in our home.

No more baby.

So now, instead of sulking and focusing on the fact that Amara is starting school, I'm just making the most of what's left of the summer.

Today, it's off to Cedar Point with Dad2Amara.

Tomorrow, I'm working a late shift at the station so it's an Amara-and-Mommy morning.

I'm feeling less crabby now.


  1. Love your work theory. If I've learned anything the past few months, it's never be loyal to an employer ever again.

    Look out for #1 baby!

  2. When we first moved to Central Oregon, we were in a tiny little apartment for a couple of months. I was so depressed! Moving into our home brought immediate relief. Hang in there, girl! << HUGS >>


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