So. . . this is what nesting feels like-- it's very busy.
Dan and I closed on our house last Thursday, 8/4. I took the day off from my lame temp job to receive the bed delivery from Denver Mattress. We had sheets and a mattress pad and we slept in a bed. It's been a whole week and a day now we've been sleeping in a real live bed. No futon. No air mattress. No hotel bed. It's our very own bed and it's a glorious bed. The house it's in is not bad either. It's actually starting to feel like home and *that*, my friends, is WONDERFUL. Last weekend on Saturday, we went to Grand Junction, loaded up a Uhaul, and then drove home. Round trip in one day. Long day. But it was nice to get up in our own house on Sunday with nothing to do, but unload boxes. What am I saying "nothing to do." Moving and unpacking and settling back into the country, into a marriage, into a home, into a routine-- quite the task really and one we haven't quite made it through. Dealing with the whole Uhaul truck thing was a pain in the ass too. We got a lot of run around with them and well, it's not like we had tons of patience in reserve to deal with Uhaul. Our patience with each other has been thin, do you think we've got any to spare for friggin' Uhaul? No. Things have gotten SO much better though as we start to put down our roots. It takes the edge off of our razor sharp stress levels. And I changed temp jobs. That temp job was making me miserable. I had a tough bout of depression last weekend, early this week. Just overwhelmed with the changes, challenges, and unusually high levels of tetonic life shiftings I've had going on for over the last year and worried about how the dust will settle (or whirlwind up more) when there's a baby around. But I'm feeling good again and I think the nesting has A LOT to do with that.