I dreamt last night that I was trying to cross a sea of Jello. The surface wasn't solid enough for me to walk across, nor were there any bridges or boats to aid me. It was too thick and shallow to swim across, leaving me to trudge through the shallow and sticky sludge. It seems that my subconscious has devised the perfect metaphor for my life these days.
Husband Fixture was supposed to have a teleconference with the personnel folks in Maryland on Tuesday to discuss the relocation assistance package, but that never happened. And now that he has been summoned to the Maryland office for a meeting for his current job on the 19th, it would be really nice if we had those details so we could make it a house-hunting trip as well.
In the meantime, Husband Fixture as been working with mortgage companies to try and secure the best rates for us, and we've both continued perusing house listings online. WHEN we're finally able to talk to a realtor, we'll at least have a list of homes we want to see and be able to give him/her a clear idea of what we want.
I freely admit that I lack patience, and am a total Type A personality. As such, having my life in suspended animation for this long is making me crazy(er). The only things I can really do are try to keep packing and prepping our home for showings. We haven't actually gotten any showings, mind you. I can't even make plans for watching the Super Bowl (we traditionally host a party). We keep receiving invitations to events to which we cannot RSVP, because we simply do not know where we will be or what we'll be doing for the next two months. Planning events is my coping mechanism, so this is really not helping me. I suppose I could start looking for decorating and organizing ideas for the new house . . .
When life hands you jello, grab some alcohol and make jello shots!