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I've been up since 6, and my kidlet is still sleeping.  So my question is, why in the heck am I awake right now?  I should be sleeping.  Oh ya, because my head is spinning.

Today is apartment shopping.  I keep reminding myself that being up early is not getting anything extra done.  Nobody opens until 8 or 9.  I would really like to get everything squared away today because with the weekend approaching, I am not sure how much will get accomplished.  I would rather enjoy the weekend than spend it fretting over things that are out of my control.

Which reminds me of something I was once told by a very insightful person.  Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do for awhile, but it doesn't get you anywhere.  (Something to that effect)

Oh ya, and now the closing date can be anytime as early as the 17th.  Which means boxes packed, and moved by the 17th.  Packing won't be a big deal because, well, lets face it, I don't work.  Ian just so happens to have off two weeks in October because we were suppose to go on vacation, so he can take care of whatever he needs to take care of during that time (the heavy sweating part of moving, because Haley and I are worthless when it comes to that).

Besides the stress of so many uncertainties at the moment, I am completely and utterly excited.....for....get this......to live in a tiny apartment.  I've never lived in an apartment before.  To think, only 700sq ft of cleaning.  No stairs to stress about with Haley.  Finding places that are pet friendly has proved to be a little difficult   I feel bad for Winston because he is so accustom to having a big back yard to run around in.  Anyways....

So basically I am taking this all one baby step at a time.   Hopefully by the end of today, I can sit back and relax knowing the details are all worked out.

Here is to the next 12 hours being stressful, hectic, and hopefully productive.

Until next time....

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