Life is Hard

Don't worry--this is not an uber-existential post about the harsh realities of a messed up world and I will definitely not go into a dissertation about my own personal triumphs through difficult circumstances.

Don't get me wrong---I love a good ol' sappy feel-good story of triumph as much as the next girl...actually, I think I like them a whole lot MORE than the next girl (I'll save my "movies should always have happy endings" soapbox rant for another time...), but that's just simply not what's going on here.

Here, by "Life," I mean things like...setting up utilities, deciding on phone/cable plans, setting up trash removal services, getting home insurance, figuring out the logistics of a moving van...ya know, the really important stuff. 

And by "Hard," I don't mean your traditional definition of hard. I mean something a little more akin to....annoying. Ya know, like when you're putting together a 1000 piece puzzle and at the end you discover that 3 pieces are missing. Or when you decide to make a special dinner, head to the store to buy all your special ingredients, and get home to discover you forgot two of them. That kind of hard. The kind that you can't complain about, because (a) you shouldn't be complaining about anything anyway, and (b) it's WAY too petty to complain about missing 3 puzzle pieces or having to drive 10 minutes back to the store, but the kind that still makes you want to bang your head against a wall or throw the whole project in the towel. 

You know you've been there. We all have. And it's hard! As many times as you tell yourself to let it go, to not sweat the small stuff, to take it one step at a time, you still find yourself getting frustrated or tired by all the minor setbacks. 

Well, that's pretty much where we are right now. At the crossroads between incredibly thankful/grateful and extremely annoyed/tired. 

Call me naive, but I didn't realize how many things needed to be decided/done before you moved into a house! So... bottom line... we're over here chugging along, making slow but steady progress as the clock ticks down until the big day. 

And by the way, if you have any "bang your head against the wall" moments of your own, you can complain to me---I won't even tell anyone about your moment of weakness...if you promise not to tell anyone about mine. Giving me $20 wouldn't hurt either...