The Great Do-Over Begins

I'm officially giving myself a blogging time-out.  Not a time-out from blogging: rather, a time-out in which I have to blog.

Between looking for jobs, a couple of interviews (!!!), and preparing to spend a few days away with hubby, sans kids, while also preparing to decamp for much of the summer (maybe, possibly, depends on those interviews!) ... life has gotten a little crazy around here.  Throw in a couple of big, huge pizza parties, a handful of other big commitments, soccer, baseball, etc. etc. ... well, you know how they say "spring has sprung?"  Spring jumped me, Brooklyn-style.  And it beat me up, and, when I woke up from that coma, I was all like "what the heck just happened?"  And it was gone.  The?  Yeah.  That about sums it up.

So ... summer, FTW!  11 days of school left.  11 days until my "babies" are in 6th and 1st grades, respectively.  11 days left to be in school together, likely for the last time in their lives, as Petunia heads to an all-girls middle school while Dash continues his quest to be the next Derek Jeter.  ("Maybe they teach us how to be real shortstops in first grade!" he adds.)

And, of course ... 11 days to get all of the crap I've been meaning to donate all. freakin'. year. out of my house.  Wait!  Adding in weekends, it's more like 17 days -- that's found time!  17 days to find the guinea pig summer sitter ... 17 days to finish cleaning out my closet, and my office, and the basement (a trio also known as "the final frontier") ... 17 days to pack and repack ... 17 days to finish up everything and get the heck out of Dodge. 

I can do a lot in 17 days, and there's also a lot that I can't do.  I'm at the point in my reality where I have to take a deep breath, pour a glass of wine, and type out a blog post ending with the most important word in my vocabulary these days.  No matter what happens, no matter what doesn't happen, no matter the state of my closet, my basement, my office, or my guinea pig, I have 17 days.  No matter what the outcome, I'm leaving it all behind, even if only for a while: the stress, the stuff, the exciting but daunting job hunt.  In 17 days, even if only for a little while, I get to say: whatever.