~Stretches and yawns~

my son had himself a nap in the early evening yesterday. sometimes when he sleeps it is literally impossible to get him to wake up. so as luck would have it, he woke up around 8 in the evening in a rather bad mood. he got nicer as the night wore on, but he stayed up well past the limits of normal childhood bedtimes. thus am i exhausted, and posessed of a nasty crick in my back from alternating between sleeping on the floor and the couch. i stayed in bed, and my husband ended up driving himself into work this morning instead of me doing it. (maybe he'll get the parking money from his boss like he is supposed to and i won't have to drive anymore period. pleeeeeeease let it be so.) i could have gotten up and drove him. i was semi-consious...but i was also dealing out retribution for last night...he was terribly condescending last night, and it pissed me off. maybe he knows he was wrong. i hope so. because he is wrong, make no mistake.

hey, guess what? we still might be going to chicago. actually, it's extremely likely. (ask me after oct.12th and maybe i'll know for certain.) "but steff, " you say..."you just told me the other day that you had decided to stay where you were! what gives?" you know what? this whole deal is out of my hands. my husband will work where he likes, and i will live wherever he happens to work. at this point, i hardly care. don't go thinking that i'm horribly abused and kris forces me to do whatever he wants, now. i'm just so flexible and mellow, call it what you will, that i really don't care. i can live anywhere. if it happens to mean that chicago is an hour closer to family and friends, then lucky me. my one cause for suffering in this endeavor - aside from the actual grunt work of moving, which i am trying to pretend is not my problem - is that i shall have to abandon my beautiful, brand-new-ish, perfectly wonderful washer and dryer. i am in love with my washer and dryer, but there are very few apartments reasonably near chicago that have w/d connections. so i will have to leae them in my mother's safe keeping for a year or so, sadly. NO ONE is getting my washer and dryer. NO ONE. i know that everyone is slathering over them, and they can NOT have them. are we clear? smashing.

well, that's enough of an update for me right now. tune in later for more of steff's saga as it develops.