It has become a tradition around these parts to attend the musicals put on by Adventure Theater. Michael loves them, and this time we went with my nephew and sister and brother in law. "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" has always been a favorite of mine and I had shown Michael some videos from You Tube, so he was very excited. Especially for "Suppertime."
Keep in mind that I was sick as a dog, and I haven't slept since May, but Doug and I both welled up during the finale scene "Happiness." Now, this is nothing new for Doug. He cries at everything. At I mean everything. I, cry at nothing.
But, it was this line that got us both,
HAPPINESS IS MORNING AND EVENING,
DAY TIME AND NIGHT TIME TOO.
FOR HAPPINESS IS ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ALL
THAT'S LOVED BY YOU.
I got a contract on my house. Almost two weeks ago. And I didn't tell anyone. Because I have been sitting on pins and needles waiting for it to fall apart. And it is not falling apart. Things are moving along swimmingly. Which is fantastic.
Except for one, tiny, small, problem. The buyers insisted upon a 30 day turn around. And we have no place to live. So I am selling my house to be homeless. And unlike last time, when I fell in love with something and got it, that's not so much happening this time. So I'm packing my house to move in with my parents. And I love my parents, but that is not what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to find my dream house.
So the universe will give me what I want, but not really.
Couple that with this was the week we were supposed to move into THAT HOUSE, and we were supposed to be done, and BlogHer is 10 days away and I am far from prepared, and we move out in less that 30 days, and yeah, we are emotional wrecks.
Less than 30 days. I haven't called a moving company. Or a utility. Because I keep waiting and hoping to be able to tell them WHERE WE ARE GOING. But it is time to face the music. Things are going to storage. We are going to my parents.
But I will say this. Through it all, Doug and I have not fought. Not once. I would never claim we have the perfect marriage, far from it. But somehow there has just been nothing to fight about it. This might be hell, but we are in it together.
Happiness is being loved by you. Home is wherever you are.
I'm sorry internet for lying to you. All those times I twittered how stressed I was, and my twitter temper tantrum Friday night (which was epic if you missed it, there was CAPS LOCK AND FEET STAMPING INVOLVED) which was not about selling this house as I let everyone assume, but about an offer we put on another house where the sellers where being wholly unreasonable. I'm trying to give someone a lot of money, why won't you let me? Have you heard the term buyers market?
So judge me not, dear internet. You would totally cry at a kids musical too. In fact, I dare you not to cry, right now!
(This post is in no way sponsored by Adventure Theater. I paid for all 6 tickets myself. Can someone please sponsor me? Please?)