I don't even know where to start!
We bought a house. A real, live, grown up house. With 3 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms and a garage and shit! The process started February 14, but we didn't move in until April 23; I didn't say much about it while it was ongoing because there was this constant fear that something would go wrong and that talking about it would "jinx" us (I'm so logical).
Also on April 23, Pops moved in with us. I went from thinking I was never having children to having a 60-year old... HA! Not really, but kinda sort of a little bit. He still has some effects of the stroke, like not remembering to take the medication that prevents another stroke, so that's exciting!
I also got a promotion at work, just shy of my one-year anniversary! Super exciting, super happy... super busy because I'm doing double duty until they find someone to replace me in my old role.
The move has taken us out of the city by 10 minutes and much further (for me) from work; my drive to work is 30-40 minutes depending on how early I get out of the house, but closer to an hour home, so I feel very rushed and like I don't have a lot of down time - I get home, walk the dog, make/eat/clean up dinner, have a shower, and BAM! bed time because I'm now up at 5am to make sure I have time to walk said dog before leaving for work 45 minutes earlier than I used to.
On Monday, I rear-ended a poor (but lovely and kind!) woman on my way to work.
On Tuesday, I left my swipe card on my desk when I went to washroom and had to loiter in the hallways until someone came along to let me back into my office; I then proceeded to leave without my bloody car keys.
On Wednesday, our nightmare landlord (another post for another day because emotionally fucking draining) refunded us less than half of our damage deposit, claiming she spent 16+ hours cleaning (AFTER we spent 10+ hours cleaning) and that the dog damaged a 15 x 15 FOOT area of the backyard.
On Thursday, I stopped there on my way to work to take pictures with a measuring tape. I wasn't going to unload all my crap - I wanted to get in the backyard, take the pictures, and get the hell out of Dodge lest she show up and accuse me of trespassing - and thought, "Oh, I'll have to make sure I leave the door unlocked." I grabbed the measuring tape and the first iDevice my hand touched (my iPod, which takes pictures, so I didn't bother swapping it for my phone) and hopped out of the car. I took my pictures (6 x 2 feet, for those interested: she clearly just wants the entire shitty backyard redone on our dime), went back to the car, and SONOFAMOTHERLESSGOAT. The window was down about an inch, but I couldn't open it wider. My iPod doesn't make phone calls (duh), so I went next door to the neighbours', but got no answer, so I wandered down the road to the little old lady who loves my dog as much as I do to call Chebbar - no answer; try again: no answer - then CAA, then work, then work again. She's such a sweetheart, she waited with me until the tow truck got there. I was only half an hour late for work.
Feeling overwhelmed navigating this new normal, but I also know (and recognize, thank Ceiling Cat) that THIS is part of my process - I go through it every time something major happens in life, so I'm doing my best to hang on and ride it out. With copious amounts of