I am home sick with a fever. I seem to have caught the same damned cold the kids had. I suppose it was unavoidable. It’s that time of the month again — I am sure you didn’t need to know that, but talk about adding insult to injury. I woke up this morning with an excruciating headache and cramps to rival active labor. It must be my lucky day! We had to trek out in the cold snow to take another look at a house that Don and I fell in love with. It is at the absolute tippity-top of our price range — oh you have to love these inflated southeastern Connecticut price tags almost as much as you have to love these southeastern Connecticut property taxes. We had to look at some comparable listings as well in case we cannot get our dream house. It’s amazing what work still needs to be done to some of these out-of-this-world-priced homes. It’s almost enough to make me want to stay in the Crazy Crowded House, except that the house is about to burst at the seams. Se we toured the Dreamhouse again, all three kids in tow which made for an interesting adventure, and decided that this really was our dream come true. Here’s where I start to feel nauseous and wonder if this will all come to fruition or whether it will implode on us as we click our ruby red heels together… There’s no place like home… There’s no place like home. I am a worrier by nature, so naturally I will worry about all that could potentially go wrong.
But right now, this very moment, despite my ailments and fevers and stresses, I sit with Project Runway on in the background and a glass of red wine on my desk, a blissfully, blissfully happy person. My wine glass is not half empty, but indeed half full, and my burgundy colored glasses perched upon my nose let me see everything optomisitcally if for a few more precious moments. Don and the kids are at my mother-in-law’s house and I, I have been given an afternoon off! Gasp! It’s true! I have been here in my warm, cozy (not at the moment Crazy Crowded) home all by myself! It is 8:30 and I have had 5 beautiful glorious hours to myself without interruption — without a whine, a scream, a complaint, request, demand… without anything but a nice couch and blanket for a short repose and the freedom to feed into my monthly cravings without crouching in a closet or under a bed in fear of grabby, greedy, grubby little paws. I (another gasp!) ate potato chips right out of a bag! I can have a glass of red wine without a worry of it being knocked onto the off white carpeting!