Meth, Crack Cocaine or Just Regular Old Cigarettes?

I’m in the market for a new form of stress relief because binge-eating Halloween candy followed by torture runs on the treadmill isn’t working anymore.

I spent most of yesterday and this morning in a seemingly endless tailspin of anxiety. We’ve had a week of showings and second showings and “Yes, we love this house!” and all other kinds of wonderfully affirming events – but still no offer. Nothing on paper that gives me an end date. Something in my spirit tells me change is coming, like an arthritic sensing a rain storm on its way, but this pre-storm anxiety is wreaking havoc on my mind and body.

While we wait for that lovely rain to come, we’re going to continue with our regularly scheduled life and our holiday plans. The boys are already flipping through Sunday ads picking our their Christmas hopefuls and asking when we can put up the tree. (I haven’t the heart to tell them all of our decorations are in a storage unit in Chattanooga.) Thanksgiving is less than a week away and the biggest comfort I’ve had this week is knowing that I’ll get to hug my whole family in a few short days.

Edited to add: Never mind the crack cocaine. I found a new drug at the grocery store today.

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