Today is Saturday and according to our Realtor’s original plan we were supposed to close on the house yesterday.

The thing is, we still have not been told of an appointment time, worse, we have no firm commitment for even a particular date of closing. Someone has to have dropped the ball and now I’m just praying we will close on the house next week.

Drats! Drats! Drats!!

I so wanted the extra time this upcoming long weekend afforded to start the cleaning, painting, and fixing process. I’d also like to have my stuff surrounding me again.

This “life-on-pause” thing I’m in the midst of is making me crazy. I think it’s driving everyone around me bonkers too. Or maybe I am?

Press the PLAY button already would ya? Somebody?! Anybody?!

It’s not living out of this for the last two and half months that’s pushed me over the edge:

Really it isn’t.

And it’s not like I haven’t been to visit all our stuff at the storage units. Well, once.

I’m pretty sure my stuff misses me as much as I miss my stuff. The file cabinet tried to be stoic although I knew down deep it felt empty without me. But we all agree if necessary we could all live life without each other. It might be hard but we could do it.

We just don’t want to do it. We want to be together again. My sofa misses my behind. It didn’t actually say so but it was giving me that vibe.

This life on pause thing is harder than I thought it would be.