There is something so lovely about having your house all to yourself, with no husband or small, loud child around to distract you from wandering about in your pajamas, or demanding you share your food with them, or insisting that if you’re going to lie down, they’re going to come with you.

I called in today due to the less than 3 hours I got of sleep last night, which happens sometimes. The hamster in my brain won’t stop running on her little wheel and I end up tossing and turning for entirely too long before i give up and go downstairs and read Supernatural and Glee fanfiction until I can finally fall over.

I like it here.

Sorry, no transition there, but. I like it here. And that’s new. To like where I am and what I’m doing. To not feel like going to sleep makes the next day come earlier. To not feel like I have a target painted on my back for who-knows-what-stupid-reason.

So in some ways, I hate that I called in today – that I took a day from something I’m actually enjoying.

In other ways, I don’t have to share my ice cream or my blankets. And that’s just fine with me.

My cast is OFFFFF, and omg, it is so amazing to be able to type and feed myself and button my pants and wash my hair with BOTH HANDS without having to contend with a garbage bag rubber banded around my entire arm. It’s been off a week and a half, and you know, it’s kinda like childbirth. if you’ve never had a kid or broken a bone, you think that once the baby is out, your body will go back to normal. HA. your stomach lays there beside you, and you STILL look 7 months pregnant, and somehow this became about my body issues instead of my arm. Sorry.

I mean, I’d never had a broken bone before, so before i went in to get the cast off, i dreamed of all the amazing things i would be able to do again. like feed myself and type and wash my hair, etc. and of course, i would be able to do that instantly.

ha. hahahahaha. no.

the doctor sawed the cast off, pried it apart, and THEN told me, “Spend two more weeks pretending it’s still casted. THEN you can start doing light activities.”

So, yes. My cast is off. Yesterday, I washed my hair with both hands. BABY STEPS.

We moved. Cross country. We went through eight states over a period of several weeks, and then when we were finally moving in to our new place, I knocked myself over with a table, fell down some stairs and broke my right elbow and wrist.

Updates will be sporadic until later, because typing one handed with my non dominant hand is really freaking hard.

It took an obscene number of days and a bizarre amount of states, but we got ourselves moved.

Sort of.

See, we’re employed! You would think this would make it EASIER to locate housing, but you would, in fact, be HORRIBLY WRONG.

See, we moved to a part of Colorado that has income restrictions on a large amount of their housing. Now, you would THINK this would mean that you have to make over a certain amount to qualify for their housing, but yet again, you would be HORRIBLY WRONG.

No, you have to make UNDER a certain amount. Which, hey, I am ALL for low income housing, but the amount you have to make under and the amount you would pay in rent per month MAKE NO FREAKING SENSE.

So, we have 3 people in our family. Our income restriction would be 43500 per year. Now, please explain to me how someone making 43000 and under per year would be able to pay 1100 per month for an apartment? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

I’m planning on how to decorate our new cardboard box, as that might be all we can find.

Awesomely enough, this was one of BlogHer’s “featured” reviews of the book. How cool is that?

Dear Deborah,

You totally left me hanging. How did the house know they made it? What the heck are they doing where they are now? Can I be more vague in an effort to keep from spoiling anyone?

Read the rest of my review: Vampires, Witches, and Daemons! Oh My! HERE.

ALSO! BlogHer is totally giving away five copies of A Jane Austin Education, the book I reviewed a while back. Comment on this linked post to enter!