Closure

Literally and figuratively.

We closed the sale on my mom's house yesterday.

For weeks (months, years) I've been babbling something along the lines of this crap: "No, sell it, let's just sell it and be done with it. We can close that door and move on. I'm not waiting another 2-3 years before the market picks back up". Because, clearly, I am delusional.

It all became very, very real last night when I had to sign and fax the very last piece of paper for the closing and the house was no longer mine.

I may have wilted into a crying mess in my kitchen dramatically clutching a bag of tortilla chips (and there were only crumbs left--a serious crime at casa de SP--don't worry, I'm going to Central Market to pick up more in about 30 minutes--no joke).

And I swear, if one more person tells me "If you could talk to your mom, she'd say that it's OK, that you can sell the house and move on"--or something along those lines, I swear on my chocolate and peanut butter stash (yes, I have one) I will wallop on them. I don't care. I don't freaking care what my mother might say--it's not worth it. I just want her back (this isn't rocket science).

Anyways, between that and my bum leg, I've been a real peach the last 24 hours. Plus, I've gained some weight back (why am I so freaking involved with the scale, I mean really?).

I'm not very motivated today. I have a to-do list a mile long and haven't done a damn thing.

This is where working from home would rock (if only I could quit my job and write full time....)

Sorry to be such a debbie downer.

I fully intend to rectify this depressing post with some outlandish facts you probably never wanted to know about SP--if nothing else, you'll laugh. Which is always good.

In the meantime, I'll be not working and counting down the hours (err, minutes?) until Burn Notice comes on (Adventures in Newlywed, I know you're with me on this one!). And am fully intending to have waffles for breakfast tomorrow to fuel me for my race. Ahh, waffles. Brilliance.

Thanks for listening--y'all are fab.