sucking it out

I want to write you a brilliant little post about life and things but I'm just so fucking tired. We moved in on Saturday and we've spent 2 nights in the new condo. We're sort of camping there with all of our clothes, bathroom stuff, some dressers and rugs but no Kitchen table, no couch, no TV, no pictures, nothing in the kitchen (using paper plates and plastic silverware). The rest of our stuff comes from storage on Saturday. We're trying to get this first round unpacked and in place before the bigger move arrives. Dup has been working SO HARD to get things organized. On top of it all he started a new class this week. So he's not only teaching all day Friday but also Monday and Wednesday evenings 6pm-9pm, that's after being up since 6am watching lil D! What a trooper the Dupster is. I'm grateful to him, very grateful. I myself have been super busy at work and also pushed up my sleeves and unpacked a ton of boxes last night. When Dup unpacks he puts thought into it and organizes carefully. I just throw things into closets and drawers, "organize it better later." I get more done more quickly but... Still it's looking more manageable and I actually like the lack of furniture and the space it creates. Davey LOVES it. He rides his little radio flyer trike around the living room and pushes his baby carriage around without worry about running into ANYTHING. We'd like to keep it sparse. I hope we can.

One of my most favorite parts about the condo is this storage space that is under the stairs. It's a little door for little people and when you open it, it goes to a little closet that is sideways-triangle shaped, getting smaller as the stairs go down. I decided as soon as I saw it that we would never store anything there, this has to be for the kid(s?). They can draw on the walls, whatever in there, sleep in there, have sex in there when they're teenagers. It's a total free for all in that closet.

What else do I like about the new condo? I like the high ceilings and the lay out. I love the washer and dryer, even though they are old and loud. I love that we have them. I love that our bedroom is big enough that we don't have to push the bed against a wall and that I can just step out of bed without crawling to the bottom and also I have my own bedside table. I love that there's a linen closet and a hall closet to store the broom and the vacuum and the sewing machine. I love that there is a lot of natural light and that our NEIGHBORS so far seem SO NICE and TOTALLY SANE, YAY!!! That's huge people, huge. Also the commute to and from work - SHORT. I love the 20 minute commute.

The list of things I don't like is long and gripey and I won't list them. Thanks to every one who posted such nice comments saying you know, "oh you're exaggerating it's super nice!" etc. The photos posted are flattering to the space and very bright but they do show the skeleton and the lay out and space that is there so in a way you are right. HOWEVER, if I got up close with the camera you would see how FUCKING DIRTY AND HOLE RIDDEN the walls are in every single room. You would see how gross the carpet is. You would see the rust on all of the fixtures in the bathrooms, the chipped and broken mirrors, the stains on the ceiling tiles in the hallway, the..... uh oh, I'm doing it!

This move is sucking it out of me. I know it's because, well you know, we JUST DID IT. Usually you get at least 2-3 years in between. It's fucking exhausting. Still once we do this, once we're in, we're in for a while. When Dup and I searched for our first place together in Brooklyn it was arduous and when we finally found our adorable little apartment Dup exclaimed, "we're not moving for 10 years!" This time I think that's definitely true.

Photos of the condo

Main Room / Living Room / Dining Area w/Stairs up to Loft
Master Bedroom Cat not Included

View from Loft

View of Balcony

Kitchen

Loft Space / Office

Spare Room

Davey's Room

Rec Center / Main Pool, Jacuzzi

Play Ground (sorry blurry)

the Lake (ducks not pictured)

Obviously these photos are taken of the space with the previous owners crap still in it. We'll post some after photos, after. As you can see the shit is OUTDATED but it's our outdated shit. I already have a million ideas about what I want to do with the space. fun stuff. Patience will be key though because there's just no money to do it all at once.

Right now the immediate schedule looks like this:

Monday 10/20 - Ceiling guys come in and scrape the popcorn crap off the ceiling, patch the ceiling and texture the ceiling (two days to dry)

Tuesday 10/21 & Wed. 10/22 - Flooring guys come in and install Laminate flooring in the living room and the hallway down the bedrooms.

Thursday 10/23 - Ceiling guys come back and paint the ceilings

Friday 10/24 morning - Me and some cleaning ladies go in and clean the crap out of the place and maybe put some shelf paper in if there's time

Friday 10/24 afternoon - Carpet cleaners come and hopefully steam the CAT out of the place
Saturday 10/25 - Move in

You may notice that there is no margin for error here! Cross your fingers for us that everything runs on time.

Guitar Hero

Balls

I promise to post photos of the new condo soon. In the mean time let's talk about balls.

Davey has a word. He has a couple of words that are inconsistent but he has one word that is loud and strong and that word is BALL. This is an extremely common first word for babies and Davey started with it a few months ago and now he's obsessed. "Ball, ball, ball," he walks around repeating it over and over again. When we took him to Disneyland he fell asleep in the car on the way and as soon as we pulled into the parking lot he opened his eyes and said, "Ball." It was like, "now where was I before I fell asleep, oh yes! Ball!"

It's so trippy to think about. What would it be like if you had exactly one word in your entire vocabulary and you had to use that one word to express yourself and then what if that one word was "ball?" I mean if I had to choose one word it would probably be a verb or an affirmation. Something like, "look" or "yes" or I don't know what but it wouldn't be a noun.

And then when you see the actual thing, this object that the word represents, an actual ball. I mean he goes nuts. Deron was reading him a book the other night and there was a photo of a ball in the book and he yelled, "BALL!" so loud and emphatically that it was if the ball was on fire and coming toward his head. I was in the kitchen doing dishes and this just killed me. I'm still laughing about it today.

Pretty much anything round is a ball. There are lots of pumpkins around of course being that it's almost Halloween and so all of the pumpkins are "ball." And so now Deron and I have started saying, "ball, ball" all the time like the martians on seasame street.

Oh speaking of Seasame Street. It's no secret that I'm a huge fan but Dup watches with Davey every morning (lucky duck) and there's this new series called, "Murray had a little lamb" where the monster "Murray" visits a different school each time with a lamb who speaks Spanish. I don't remember her name. Anyway we were in the kitchen on Saturday making breakfast and Seasame Street was playing in the other room and Dup heard Murray had a little lamb come on and he exclaimed, "MURRAY HAD A LITTLE LAMB IS ON!" and ran .... yes he ran, into the room to watch it. It was so hilarious and funny and I've been making fun of him for it non-stop since.

Ball.

Closed!

Just got the word. We closed on the condo today. I am SO RELIEVED. We can move forward. Oh how I love moving forward. It's a glorious glorious feeling. We're going tonight to do a final walk through. I'll post photos this weekend.

Thanks for all of the wishing and praying every one did for us. Come over a swim in our pool!

Yay!