After I wrote about anticipating a post-holiday crash, the crash occurred—or possibly it was not a post-holiday crash but only another house/move-related crash, happening by chance in the post-holiday time. I will summarize for posterity: lots of thoughts such as “If Paul were to die suddenly in a car accident [*performs superstitious ritual to keep words from suddenly/magically manifesting as reality*], I would IMMEDIATELY sell this house and move back to the other one”—and then sort of daydreaming about that, instead of recoiling in horror. Or, similarly, experiencing one of my sudden usual fearful feelings about dying in a car accident myself, and then thinking sort of optimistically that the upside would be that I wouldn’t have to deal with the house/move anymore.
People who say “Trust your gut!” aren’t dealing with the same gut a lot of us have, are they? Because MY gut says “OH MY GOD THIS IS A DISASTER, YOU HAVE RUINED YOUR LIFE, SELL AT A LOSS IF YOU HAVE TO AND GET BACK TO YOUR DEAR DEAR OLD HOUSE WHERE EVERYTHING IS FAMILIAR!!!” But my gut said something very, very similar when I sent Rob to kindergarten (“OH MY GOD THIS IS A DISASTER, YOU HAVE RUINED YOUR LIFE AND ALSO HIS, THIS IS NOT NATURAL, HOMESCHOOL HIM EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE AN IMPATIENT AND INCONSISTENT PERSON WHO HATES TEACHING AND SHOWS NEITHER GIFT NOR INCLINATION FOR IT!!!”) and when I dropped Rob off at college (“OH MY GOD THIS IS A DISASTER, YOU HAVE RUINED YOUR LIFE AND HIS, GO BACK AND GET HIM RIGHT NOW AND BRING HIM HOME OR HE WILL DIE OF STARVATION/COLD/LONELINESS!!!”), and has also done so basically every time I have encountered any major life change, including when I weaned each baby, and when I sent each baby to school, and when I got a new artificial Christmas tree, and when I got rid of our old recliner, and when I replaced our old quilt, and when I didn’t notice until I got home that the grocery store charged me $4.69/lb for fresh ginger instead of $1.99/lb for red grapes. Probably also when we bought our old house, though it’s hard to remember that now, looking back on it.
Today is back to normal. My gut is still panicking, but it’s at the usual levels instead of the spiked ones: I’m back to my “the jury is still out”/”either way it’s an interesting experiment!” panic-overriding feeling, rather than sitting morosely in a chair thinking about all the reasons this was a terrible mistake.
Also, Paul fixed the ice machine in the door of the fridge. The breaking of the ice machine may have been one of the things that pushed me off the cliff, since the ice machine was one of the few things I was feeling routinely happy about, and then it broke. Paul kept looking online and then trying things, and then looking online again and trying other things, and today the ice machine is making and crushing ice again. He also fixed two of the non-locking bathroom doors, so that now they lock. And he fixed a hinge that was threatening to let our entire bathroom door fall off. And he replaced a doorknob that kept not quite latching. If he keeps fixing things, I’m going to have to stop wailing “And neither of us is HANDY!!” when I tell the story of why my new house might be a terrible mistake.
Also, I went to Target with a couple of the kids to get some boring stuff, and Christmas candy was 70% off, so now I have a whole bunch of candy and cookies tucked into the cabinet in my own personal sunporch room.
Also, as I was doing some sullen packing/unpacking, I came across two new electric throw blankets, purchased on clearance last year and put aside in case they were needed to replace Edward’s electric throw blanket, which he loves and uses all the time so I like to have back-ups. I let one of the blankets continue on its lifepath as a back-up, but opened up the other one and put it in my own personal sunporch room. And some long-sleeved shirts and sweaters arrived, and I ordered some more. And I found my wool socks.
And tonight is New Year’s Eve, so we will have all the snacks including pizza rolls and Pringles and egg rolls and chocolate-covered pretzels, and one of us (me) will have champagne, and that’s a heartening thought.