I found out yesterday that the house has been delayed another week. A week ago we thought we would be closing today. Well, heck, when we started this process, according to the ETA, we should have been living in the new house for a month now. Building a house is an adventure. And not the good kind of adventure. More like the dreary middle part of the adventure where they walk to Mordor.
The downside of this is that the frustration level is high, the fact that we’ve got a large family crammed into a tiny apartment, and my total lack of workspace has meant that my writing productivity has suffered. The last few months have been the slowest that I’ve ever written. I can normally do a couple thousand words in an evening and 10,000 in a weekend. Now I’m doing squat in the evenings and a couple thousand on the weekend. I need an office. Badly.
Normally when I get frustrated, I can use my good old stand-by 80 lbs. punching bag. 20 minutes of knuckle-bleeding cardio punishment is a good stress managmeent tool. It is always there for me on those particularly annoying days. But it is in storage. Along with just about everything else we own. And it has been. For 6 months. Wow. Thanks people who can’t stick to a schedule.
Plus, school starts next week. Which means we’ll get to move during the first week of school. Oh, and that means we get to commute to school again. Three times a day now because we’ve got one in kindergarden. Yay. Oh, and my mother-in-law is coming to stay with us (bought airline tickets a long time ago, back when we thought we’d be living in our house for a month by now). At least I actually really like my MiL, but it isn’t like I’ve got extra space.
My birthday is this week, so I’m going to go get all-you-can-eat sushi. Raw tuna heals all wounds.