Nervous breakdown in 3…2…1


We put in a new offer on the house this morning. I hope that the sellers and their realtor have put on their Big Girl Panties and are ready to be grownups about the situation. We can’t get a handyman to return our calls to come fix some things that need professional fixing. Until these things get fixed, we can’t get the house ready to show. Our realtors are breathing down our necks to show the house.

I’m about 15 seconds away from setting my dissertation on fire and looking for a “real job.” My faculty mentor keeps changing our meeting time to go over my syllabus for the fall. I worry about my blood pressure.

Harry was hungry this morning and refusing food and acting like a little shit, hitting me in my stomach and screaming. My reaction was to put him in time out. On the front porch.

I have stretch marks around my belly button and constant heartburn.

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2 Comments

  1. BetsyD

     /  July 22, 2008

    Hang in there, smusher.

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  2. lisa

     /  July 23, 2008

    You are a hollow reed…. ohm. Slowly swaying in the wind.

    Reply

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