Packing and a sick toddler

Equal some interesting and trying times. Add to that Ben will be out of town on business next week (the week before we close) is beginning to make me a nervous wreck. Thank God, again, Whit is such an easy kid.

Last weekend when Whit came home from visiting folks in Memphis he had a cold. (I'm pretty sure he didn't catch mine, I was so careful!) So the weekend pretty much went like this: carrying Whit around all day, constantly giving him liquids, and trying to convince him sleep was a good idea. Every night he had to fall asleep on someone to go to bed and when we put him in his crib he'd usually wake up and we'd do it all over again. Then he'd wake at 4am for round two of the same. But liquids, vapo-rub, vaporizer, propped up crib mattress, and cuddles won in the end and he was only out of commission for the weekend. By Tuesday he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed again.

This week we've I've been packing and cleaning which is almost completely futile with a toddler. Especially when his favorite activity is putting things in and out of boxes. Although it will be fun finding random toys when we unpack. I smile every time I find a block in the washing machine.

This weekend is the second week of The Dining Room and since Whit hasn't been sleeping much he got to entertain the cast last night at dinner. (The kid's bedtime has moved to midnight the past two nights. Why?!)

Whit with Mr. Tom (our stage manager)

And trying on Seth's (cast) hipster glasses. 

I think someone else might become a performer. His facial expressions slay me lately. He's started giving me these disapproving looks that are too funny. Okay, now, on to more packing...

Okaaay...

So I haven't blogged in a very long time. Kinda went back and forth if I was even going to keep it up anymore. Honestly, I don't have time between Whit, work and now I'm in a play that opened last weekend. Oh... and HOUSE HUNTING! Yeah that's right. Were we looking to move? Maybe, but not for another couple of years. Did we have our house on the market? Um, nope!

About a month ago a realtor we know in the area emailed Ben asking if we were thinking of selling (we had talked to him before about selling when we thought we were moving out of state) and that he had some people interested in our area, but couldn't afford the $500,000 places available right now. So Ben threw out a number he thought was high and without batting an eye the buyers said "Sure, can we see the place?". A week later I was taking a nap, Ben wakes me and says, "Hey, the Saints are on. And I sold the house." Whaaaa?!

So the past month has been spent looking for a house to move into, inspections, appraisals, mortgage meetings, yadda yadda yadda. We no joke picked out a house in one day, which makes me a little nervous. But since we didn't have a lot of time and this will still not be our forever home, I'll be okay, eventually. I'm really heartbroken about moving out of Franklin and into Spring Hill. I LOVE our neighborhood. It's old, it's pretty, and we're a mile walk from everything. Our new house is in a subdivision. Wah wah wah.

Today I'm off work trying to pack/clean/purge/tackle the garage. Dreaming what I want to change in the new place already and bemoaning how hard it is for me when it's a newer house. Our current home is a 1950's ranch so when in a pickle I just ask if it would go with the character of the house. The new place is less than 10 years old, I have no idea what goes with that! All I know is most of the carpet will be going before we move in and a few of the rooms MUST be painted. Can't wait to show pics of this place soon. Hopefully we close the 28th and move in by Halloween.