The "Lazy" days of Summer

Posted on | July 20, 2010 | 6 Comments

Oh my God.

I need a freaking massage. And a spa day. No, a spa MILLENNIUM. This has been the weirdest, most stressful, craziest, nuttiest, crappiest, awesomest July in the history of my life. And it’s not over yet, people. I mean, two weeks ago today, I accepted a new job and now here I am living out of a hotel room with an 11 month old and my mother. And oh yeah, why don’t we throw food poisoning in the mix where I’m incapacitated in bed, writhing around like a snake in heat and begging to die. Nothing says “Welcome to Savannah, mom!” like excusing yourself at a perfectly nice restaurant to dry heave in the bathroom. Good times.

This hotel room living is killing me, though. I am sitting here in the dark at ten after nine writing … on the floor… in my pjs because J is asleep in my our his king sized bed and if I wake him up I might slit my wrists. He is trying so hard to be a champ through all of this change but I know it’s tough on him. He doesn’t know where Dada is or AJ and while he’s happy for the time he’s spending with his Gabby, he can’t really figure out why he hasn’t gone to see Ms. Lisa at daycare. He’s a trooper, but he’s not that much of a trooper. He cries a lot more. And he’s taken to screaming. A lot. Even when he’s happy. Like a loud explosion of J-ness. I hope this whole thing doesn’t scar him emotionally in some way. Like for the rest of his life he’ll have a fear of hotels or worse, an obsession with them. I’m overreacting, right? It’ll be fine.

This will all work out, right? It’s going to be a good move. For me, for Husband and for J. We’re going to be happy here, aren’t we? Because right now I’m just not so sure. Right now I think “What the *#$(&@# was I thinking???” But that’s just the nerves talking. And the glass of wine. On a semi-empty stomach. Or is it? The first day didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. Last week they asked if I could just go on to Savannah rather than working in Atlanta for a week so I played the role of good associate and jumped when they said jump. Here I am, in Savannah.

Only I showed up at 8 am to a locked and empty office. No one was there. At 8:30 my secretary showed up and informed me that the office would consist of just the two of us. No other attorneys. No one to train me. No real reason why I jumped through seventy five thousand hoops to get myself, my child, and my mother to Savannah on three days notice. And did I mention that my Great-Uncle passed away on Friday and my mother barely had time to visit with her cousin before hauling it down here? Yeah. Color me not happy.

But it’ll get better. These are just first day kinks, right? Tell me it’ll get better.


6 Responses to “The "Lazy" days of Summer”

  1. KLZ
    July 20th, 2010 @ 1:42 pm

    It will get better! There are so many great things about Savannah and you are going to do so well there. You're totally going to take that city by storm.

    And screaming. You'll take it by screaming too.

    (Is it too early to start drinking?)

  2. Rebekah @ Mom-In-A-Million
    July 20th, 2010 @ 3:28 pm

    Of COURSE it will get better! Once you have a place to live with more than one room, it will start to seem more like sanity and less like…this.

  3. Metta1313
    July 20th, 2010 @ 3:45 pm

    This too shall pass…right? Well that's what I'm going with.

  4. Sherri
    July 20th, 2010 @ 5:04 pm

    Ugh!! I can SO picture the kiddo camped out in the king-sized bed and doing anything you can to keep from disturbing him! Been there…hang in there, it will get better soon…

  5. Anonymous
    July 20th, 2010 @ 8:28 pm

    So, did you not know that you would be the only attorney in your office in Savannah?

  6. Alena
    July 21st, 2010 @ 1:06 am

    Yes…it will get better. Adjustments are always hard. Even harder if you have a baby! before you know it this will be like how life was always supposed to be!

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