I think we’re achieving a new level of crazy this week.

Jill and I both have “to do” lists that are 80 miles long, replete with checklists, sub-lists, packing lists, things that have to be done in a certain order and all sorts of other insane-making activity.

At least the Home Study went well today. The Studier was very nice, and although Noah was shy at first, eventually he turned on the charm.

I have the feeling that Friday and Saturday are going to be exhausting and involve lots of feeling high strung. I’m tired just thinking about it, and Jill clearly had the same feeling since she went to bed shortly after 9 pm.

Noah continues to tell us every day that he wants to move to his new house. I think it’s because we’ve promised that the toys that are in storage will be coming back.

Of course, he also wants us to go to the store and buy him an Obama and something called Meyer Glasses. I asked what he’d use the Meyer Glasses for today, and he said that he’d use them to look at the monkey, so that helped in no way with interpreting what on earth he wants.

He’s also in a mostly entertaining argumentative phase: Noah, do you like to argue? NO, I not like to argue! Noah, do you want dinner? NO, I not want dinner! I want breakfast! Noah, are you contrary? NO, I not ‘trary!

Eyes on the prize: We will be in Milwaukee before Thanksgiving, and reasonably settled in by the end of the year.

 

Josie and I are back from Milwaukee.

Of course she had a wonderful time being cooed at and rocked by Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Susie. She also had a great time screaming her lungs out to express how much she missed This Mommy and her big brother. She was surprisingly quiet and easygoing when dragged to an educational lunch forum and a judicial investiture — although the investiture ran a little long for her taste, forcing us to go out in the hall a few times.

The primary purpose of the trip was to find an apartment, and I am happy to report: Mission Accomplished. The second place we looked at turned out to be owned by a couple who are friends with my mom! They had one breathtakingly lovely upper flat, and had just acquired and are mid-rehabbing a charming duplex — and all of us felt the kismet of the circumstances and wanted to make sure one of the units was the right fit.

I really, reallly, really, really, really loved the two-story upper flat. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that it wouldn’t work so well while I’m playing single parent. And the idea of going up AAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL those stairs from the basement garage with Noah and Josie was exhausting to even consider.

So I made the rational decision and we reached an agreement for a flat in the duplex. It’s on a quieter street and has a much better yard.

While Josie and I were at these various grown-up events, I also talked to a number of people about the fact that I was looking for work. That resulted in 2 leads on actual jobs, and a few other people who asked me to send them my resume and they’d keep an eye out for possible opportunities. So lots of email went out this morning.

AND, the amazing Eric volunteered his babysitting services as needed, plus gave us a demonstration of his mad Dad skillz in dealing with the chaos that inevitably erupts around small children. I think Noah is going to love playing with him and his beautiful boys.

In the mean time, back at the ranch….

It turns out that when Noah says there is a man in his ear, playing the drums, it means that he has an ear infection. Not that someone has told him he has an eardrum. Poor guy.  And poor This Mommy, who had to deal with a sad, feverish, cranky boy.

Fortunately, he was feeling better this morning and was excited to see and snuggle with me, and then to go to day care to play with his friends.

 

It turns out that Jill’s job won’t exactly transfer.

Her company will let her transfer as an “intermittent” employee, meaning that she’ll be guaranteed 20 hours per week, with the possibility of more, and no benefits and no more company car. No one seems to know what the hourly wage for an intermittent employee is. Also, just to make it extra complicated, there is a decent chance but no certainty, that a full-time position will open up in Milwaukee in the first half of next year.
So we need to figure out the cost of COBRA on her plan vs my plan. And we need to figure out how much rent we can afford. We need to make plans to sell her cool car and find her new day to day wheels, but probably not buying because she might get the company car again.

There is a way in which it’s sort of perfect, except for the car thing. Working half time on a flexible schedule gives you a base income and plenty of time to look for a job. If I found an awesome job, it would give us great childcare flexibility.

(Of course, that would also mean that I will truly never be able to be alone again, which I view as a major downside. I realized this week that I have not actually been alone in the house since June. The closest I get is when Josie is asleep and Jill is picking Noah up from day care. Or when I lock the door to take a shower. If I don’t lock the door, there’s about a 1/4 chance that Noah will wander upstairs and find me. I believe that I will get to be alone on Monday morning.)

 

I read a very funny description of newborns this morning, in a handout at the new moms group I’ve been attending. It described them as a “sleeping, pooping, lump of protoplasm.”

Yup. That’s about right.

But this week, a baby has started to emerge. She smiles, occasionally “laughs” and looks around far more than she did before. Plus she’s starting to be awake for semi-predictable amounts of time.

It rocks.

In other news, the due diligence period on our house sale contract has expired, so we are officially under contract and anticipate selling this house in less than a month and moving out in approximately 6 weeks.

Yes, we are out of our ever-loving minds, thank you very much for asking. Josie and I go to Milwaukee next week to look for an apartment. Do you think that I’ll be able to blog more regularly if Grandma is playing with the baby?

Ok, she’s done with looking around independently. Time to pick her up for a snuggle and maybe some dinner.

 

 

Ok, I can blog about 2 big news items:

First, we are under contract to sell our house! Not for as much as we hoped, but under the circumstances and given the extreme chaos of the current market, we’ll take it. We close the first week of November, and move the week of Thanksgiving. Milwaukee, here we come!

And, we have a hearing date for Josie’s adoption. Not until later in December, naturally. So we’ll be returning for a visit just a few weeks after we leave.

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