Whooo-eeee

I am too incoherent, just in a general way, to do anything but make bullet points.  Thus:

• This house rocks.  We can see stars at night, after years of pink town night skies.  I know what quarter the moon is in all the time.  A rose-breasted grossbeak hopped across our lawn yesterday (are we impressed with my birding yet?  Don't be: be impressed with my father's birding instead).  At the farm next door, cows bellow and goats bleat and chickens make that self-important cluck they do when they've laid an egg.  TTD and Da Boyz walked over the other day and introduced themselves and bought eggs and honey.  The house itself loves our furniture and all the rugs fit.  We keep looking at each other and saying, "We can't believe we live here."
• GEEZ, I am exhausted.  In the last three weeks we have packed up one house, moved ourselves, two boys, two cats, two turtles and a hamster cross-country, unloaded AND UNPACKED (except for curtains and pictures) a new house, started a new job (TTD), started adjusting to life with dramatically less babysitting, started to learn a new town, gone to a new church, and explored a lot of new countryside.  Emotionally, I am WIPED.  My head doesn't even know where to go with this, let alone my heart.  I am so deeply at peace with being here, and so happy, and TTD is doing just so well with everything, and neither of us has any doubts about it...and that doesn't negate for a second that this is a huge change and we have all had our worlds rocked, and now that things are starting to settle a tiny bit, we're feeling it.
• I got so damn much done so fast since January that now that I'm down to the last bits--setting up wireless internet, opening a new bank account, getting the cars registered, buying a microwave, paying the flipping bills, for crying out loud--now that I'm down to that, I've slowed to a crawl.  Well, to be honest, I've come to a screeching halt.  Today I managed to go to one doctor's appointment and do a load of laundry.  Bas.
• Speaking of doctors, I found a great neurologist for my Rest*less Legs Syndrome, hooray.  Aren't you happy to hear about my medical details?  Isn't it interesting?  Read on, it gets better.  See, when I got here I had an appointment with an FNP, to establish care, beause I take Perc*ocet every day and so need regular prescriptions.  The FNP couldn't have been nicer, but it turned out the practice she works for doesn't let NP's prescribe Schedule II drugs.  To which I say, WTF?  Anyway, I had to go BACK the next day to see an internist, who gave me the whole long boring song and dance about geez, I shouldn't be using opiates for RLS (wrong; they're a first-line drug for it), geez, after so many years I might get addicted (wrong: if you don't get addicted early, you don't get addicted, plus if you're using the drugs for a reason, rather than recreation, hello, you don't get addicted anyway.  No, I'm not defensive; why do you ask?), geez, I should take A*mbien (really not).  Then he referred me to Nice Neurologist, who said, "Why did he put you on that, it doesn't work, you should be on opiates if you've failed everything else?"  HA! thought I.  Vindicated!  I am very petty.
• The Nice Neurologist found I had a positive Babinski on the left, which means when he scratched the bottom of my foot my toes went up instead of down.  This is abnormal.  Or maybe not; maybe I'm just that way.  Have to go back in eight weeks and see if it went away.  If not, MRI time.  TTD heard the news and said, So he wants to rule out MS?"  I confess I had not thought of this.  "Oh, thank you dear," said I.  "You're SUCH a help."
• So far, two days in, TTD really likes his job.  This is probably because he hasn't had to see patients so far.  Tomorrow the MA medical board  meets on his license; hold your thumbs.
• Did I mention I kind of can't get a grip?  It's so odd.  On the one hand, this is home in a way Iowa never was.  On the other, our entire life is in the air, and I can't rebuild it in a week.  Friends and activities for the boys, a daily and weekly rhythm, a sense of place and roots...these will take a year or two to settle into place, and even then will change often because of the boys' ages.  But it's so wierd, to feel like we're floating.  The boys are wired and clingy, but otherwise doing very well, and seeing their grandparents every day.  I'm pretty much the same way.  Discombobulated, is the word.
• Rabbit visited his new school, and pronounced it a going concern.  Sighs of relief all round.
• I am working up a post about post-partum depression, drugs, and me.  Stay tuned.
• So tired.  Going to bed.  Write a comment and keep me grounded?  Oh, and I need a new blog name.  It's up to you.

Comments

[luolin]

Welcome home!

The slowing down you describe reminds of that post-deadline molasses feeling. When I've *had* to work superhard for too long, I lose the ability to be self-directed/self-disciplined once things calm down.

[msf]

i too know what you mean about the slowing down--i've got basically one week off between spring and summer semesters and aparently all i'm capable of doing is drinking coffee. so glad you're loving the house! can't wait to see it...

[Kehla]

Time to de-lurk - I really enjoy your blog, and I'm so glad you've settled into your new home. As far as the new name goes - maybe just "Drift"? Or perhaps, as the antithesis of "Iowadrift," you could do "MassachusettsSettled."

[aka Marina]

Hmmmm. I feel like I should be able to think of a brilliant new blog name for you but I've done five (and a half) births in the last week and can't think straight. Maybe something about starting new in the place where you started?

But I am sooo glad that you're all loving it so much there. We knew you would but how glad we are to be right.

love to you, sweetie bean, and next time you call please leave a number at which to call you back!!

xo
WV Mama

[Motel Manager]

I can't wait to see the new house someday! It sounds totally fantastic. Summer on the East Coast also seems to call for gin and tonics. I hope you're indulging in them during your slowed-down days?

Sending lots of love to you all. Say hi to TTD, the boys, the felines, and the hamster for me. The turtles can go to hell. (Just kidding; I have nothing against turtles!)

[Wacky Mommy]

No, don't change it! I love Iowadrift. I was teasing when I said I wanted dibs on it. You've just truly drifted, is all. Have fun getting settled.

[Nothing But Bonfires]

I read the last line of Point Number Four as "I am very pretty."

Which, yes, also true, but didn't make quite so much sense.

So glad you're settling in! I've been thinking of you often and sending you Happy Moving Vibes (they're very effective, you know.)

[pjkm]

I was thinking of something obvious like Critical Mass, but it's already in use, and anyway - what's to criticize? Your new home looks and sounds beautiful.

[Grendel]

Great to read that everything is going so well! You guys deserve this. Your house looks awesome. Hope to see it someday.