Changes

On Monday Scott was told that there is now officially a position being held for him in Atlanta until our arrival. 

Tuesday, my father in law signed Escrow papers on our house. I dyed my hair. Scott and I had an optometrist appointment. Mine was routine, but Scott’s was the first he has ever had and he needs glasses! the people buying the house came by with their mother to show her the place. When we came home from our appointment, my father in law told us the details of the Escrow and confirmed his and Scott’s flight dates next week to go house hunting. He told us that we needed to be out by August 1st and that he is hiring a moving company to take our stuff out there. I walked down the hallway to check on the kids when he got a phone call. By the time I came back, everything had changed. Apparently the mother did not like the house, and since she was giving them the money for their down payment, she refused to give them money. 

Scott and I were both devastated. I had a migraine within an hour. We pouted and watched a movie. 

Wednesday I woke up with the migraine. I was sad. I let Scott know that if something were to happen and we were to wind up staying here, I would be very disappointed. I cried a lot. Had errands to run. And despite the migraine, I did myself up and ran out to do those things before picking up Salem from school. It took another 800 milligrams of ibuprofen and a giant Starbucks to get the migraine at bay. We decided to eat at BJ’s for dinner because I had rewards points expiring,  and there are no BJ’s in Georgia. We invited his dad and agreed to meet there at 5:10. And 4:30 my father in law called to say he would be late because he was going to sign Escrow papers on a different offer that is actually more. Celebrating ensued. Ian was a nightmare at the restaurant, but the food was great. 

Today, I woke up with no migraine and 8 loads of laundry to do. And I was terribly sad. All day. I felt confined and irritated that I am not 100% happy with my hair. I felt like I as mourning, though I couldn’t tell you over what. If I sat and didn’t do anything, the feeling of grief would overwhelm me. I opened up to Scott about it while he was driving home. He told me to just stop doing things and chill out. He would help me when he got home. He’s in the garage finding stuff to throw out and repack. I feel like he’s only grown irritated being home, and that makes me feel worse. I am ready for tonight to be over. Genuinely. I want a better day tomorrow. 

Scott and his dad are leaving Wednesday night, and will arrive in Atlanta Thursday morning at 7AM. They get back Sunday 11:30PM. I am not happy about him being gone for Father’s Day, and neither is Salem. She cried very hard when I told her. I am also not excited about staying alone. I’m not sure what about this house makes me uneasy, but I am genuinely not looking forward to it. There is a possibility that my dad and his girlfriend will be here, and I am really hoping for that. We have decided we will leave here the last week of July and I want them to get in as much time with the kids as possible, and besides making me feel safer, its a great opportunity for them to do so. 

The hair, dressed up and dressed down.