There are days...

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Then there are days! Whew! There are sometimes I wish the world would slow down, for like, just five minutes so I can catch my breath.

Tomorrow is going to be a huge day. My husband has a job interview with the provincial government tomorrow. This is the second interview so, fingers crossed for that. He currently works for the city we live in as a Water Treatment Operator/Manager. This job would be for the next tier of government and it means some better things for our family. 

We close on the sale of the house we live in tomorrow afternoon. We moved in to it last August and were doing a "long closing" because we were not able to secure a mortgage at that time. We already had a mortgage and were not able to sell the house in the other town we lived in.

The guy we are buying from had a relationship breakdown and moved back to his home province. He was just glad to have someone in the place.

It is an OK home but, we do need something a little larger. This was the best we could do when push came to shove. It is a new home but, doesn't have as much space as we would like or very much soul. It is a prefab house in a prefab subdivision. That is as much as we can say about that. 

The market sucks for selling and our other home is beautiful, it just happens to be in a town where the local mill has shut down and then restarted. People are still very wary of buying homes, in fact, a lot of the homes in that town have "gone back to the bank."

It is a shame, I loved that house...The thing is, my husband's with municipal government dictates that you must live within city limits to work there...We moved from Moncton to Nackawic in 2002 and had no intentions of leaving. Things change.

People say don't cry over anything that can't cry over you. I'm not entirely unconvinced that houses can't cry over us. People breath life into houses and ours was so full of life. The children loved our home and their play room, the back yard with the willow tree, their bedrooms, the fireplaces...

My husband and I didn't have a lot growing up and it was a huge thing that we got that house. It was a real highlight. We had more money and were able to do more than our parents were ever able to. We were very proud of that home. 

If I told you the story of what happened with Scott's job, you would tell me to approach the major studios with the rights for a movie deal. At the very least, it would make a fantastic TV movie. The bottom line is, the mayor and the town manager of the place made the work environment for my husband so bad that he got this job in Fredericton (which is a better paying job in a larger municipality but, still!) and we uprooted to move before even selling the house. 

We rent our house out to a very nice family and they pay well every month and keep it clean up there. They were unable to secure a mortgage or they would have bought the house when we were trying to sell. So, we are doing a rent to own deal with them. Knock wood that everything goes smoothly.

Anyway, the mayor ended up being impeached (or whatever the hell happens to mayors when they are asked to step down.) and the town manager was suspended and later fired for a myriad of misdeeds, not the least of which was treating my husband like crap and favoring her son. Her son who was hired despite the fact that it was a conflict of interest for that to happen.

This guy did not have enough ambition to break the sabbath let alone work a decent day. Every time my husband would try to talk to him about it, the town manager jumped down his throat. This guy would show up late, break the rules, basically screw around the whole day and there wasn't a thing that could be done about it. 

It was making an impossible situation for the family to live in that town. People were deeply divided on the whole issue. My husband was a ball of stress and was impossible to live with. The bottom line for him was when people started to treat me poorly and treat my daughter "differently" at school. It is a shame when people stoop that low.

So, with the house closing and the job interview, tomorrow promised to be a pretty full day as it was.

Add to the equation that the retirement home is also having a memorial service for my Gram tomorrow. My Gram passed on June 5 and we had our own funeral but the home also wanted to have a service and this is when they could do it. 

And, I was unable to get free of work tomorrow night. I will just knackered by the end of it. It'll be a sugar free Red Bull kinda day. 

My Gram was an amazing force of nature. She loved royalty, the Hollywood and the HRH kind. She was a hard worker who fancied herself the matriarch of a sweeping family saga, like Barbara Stanwyck. I suppose she was. She had a costume business for years and years. You can imagine how interesting it was to a little child to have a grandmother with a perfectly maintained attic full of costumes. I miss Gram, so much...the loss is so keen, even now. 

I lost my mum earlier this year. My mum battled diabetes for years and her passing has made her free from pain. I know she is at peace but, the little girl in me misses her mum. My mum had such a hard life (see post from yesterday) She worked as a teacher for years at her church's private school. She taught French, English and Home Economics. She worked as the co-director of our city's food bank for twenty two years. My mum fed more people in our city than can be counted, she was an amazing pioneer and advocate for the poor. Social Justice was paramount to my mother and she certainly did her part to help people up from hard times. 

This has been a hell of a year...period...can y'all blame for wanting to take a rest?  Is it so wrong to just want to escape for a little while? I just want to sit on my patio with a Mike's Hard Lemonade and wonder what I'm gonna do for the rest of the day. I want that plan to consist of reading a trashy novel and getting another Mike's. I want my biggest worry to be wondering if I have enough sunscreen on my freckled arms and legs. I need a vacation, don't I?

That's exactly what it is...I don't need a camping vacation, or dragging the kids to theme and water parks vacation, not even a New England B&B vacation but a STAYcation where I can just chill, for long uninterrupted periods of time. Watch this space, I'm gonna try to make this happen. Cheers!