I have been exhausted and irritable for two weeks now. Part of it has to do with the mysterious moon cycles and womanhood, part of it has to do with poor diet, and a lot of it has to do with stress.
BECAUSE I BOUGHT A HOUSE, PEOPLE. A HOUSE!
Granted, I had been thinking about the idea of buying a house for the past two-and-a-half years, and seriously researching location and timing and the realities of homeownership for the past six months, but the time from "hey, maybe this is a good time to buy a house" to "sign here on the dotted line and hand over that earnest money" happened
really quickly. Two weeks max.
Considering that, adding in a dose of "I'm turning three and I am the boss of everything" attitude coming from my child, plus a dash of general sleeplessness, and I am frakkin exhausted. Every day. All day. Super duper tired. OH, and did I mention it has been hot as Hades around here? Well it has, and I have no a/c, no swamp cooler, no attic fan, which means I am sweaty and ill-temepered and disagreeable most evenings. And tired. Which really just snowballs into a big ol' pile of piss-poor attitude.
("Have an ATTITUDE of GRATITUDE!" keeps running through my mind. I want to punch my mind in the face.)
Jon has been very helpful trying to help me keep things in perspective. Yes, it is hot, but it won't be in a month. Yes, buying a house is scary, but it is awesome, too. Yes, Evelyn is really difficult right now, but she won't be in 20 years. I want to punch him in the face, too. But that is the exhaustion and stress talking. I don't really want to punch my husband in the face. (More like the gut.)
I used to think I handled stress well. Turns out I don't. Thankfully, though, I have a pretty low-stress life. I just need to get through the next six months without devolving into a pile of hysterical sleep-deprived laughter, taking baby steps along the way, and then I'll be in my new awesome house, with new awesome air conditioning, my super awesome family, and my rotten dogs.