This summer is
a-flyin’ by. I hate to say that. I hate to answer, “Busy. Crazy.
Crazy-busy,” when people ask how our summer is going. But it’s true. Last year, I bragged about how chill our
summer was. We had a lot of at-home time. Our days filled up with things like play dates
and running through the sprinkler and my never-ending house projects (last year’s
was painting our master bathroom…a project still not entirely complete). This year, I feel like when people ask what
we’re doing, I must just give them a blank stare. I feel like a deer in headlights. I feel like if I LOOK like the way I feel,
then I must look like the craziest most disheveled psycho ever.
Yes, helping my mom
has been the driving force in the busyness.
But I’m so happy to do it. All of
the craziness has been for the purpose of helping simplify her life (which, let’s
face it, will simplify mine too). With
multiple properties to manage, a disabled son’s affairs/finances to manage and
being recently widowed – it’s just a lot.
Too much. So, I’m happy to take
on as much as I can. And Mike is just as
happy to support me in whatever way I need to support her. Unfortunately the craziness has kind of had
to get worse before it’ll get better.
At the end of May, we
got her main (and largest) condo ready to put on the market – where it has now
sat for nearly two months with not an offer in sight. We also moved my brother Chris into his first
ever (living on his own) apartment. Last
month, I spent a weekend (along with Matthew) cleaning out the beach house,
meeting with a realtor and getting it prepped and staged and listed to sell. Just two weeks ago, we moved mom into her
beautiful, new retirement complex. This
place has been referred to as a “cruise ship on land.” It really is a perfect way to describe this
sanctuary for mom. But unfortunately, we’ve
now gone from mom having three properties to manage (two too many) to
five. Holy poop. It’s a lot of bills and craziness to say the
least.
Accompanying the move
is the need to downsize. Thus, my new
part-time job as a Craigslisting fiend – I’m a ‘lister’ not a shopper or
buyer...for now, anyway. We’ve managed
to sell a few of mom’s things, but some of the biggest items remain (king size
bed, two dining sets, a china hutch, etc.).
Not to mention many, many beautiful collectables, antiques, China sets, pieces
of religious art, etc. We’ve had three
different estate sale companies come and take a look and all have said that,
while she has nice things, it’s not actually enough for them to put on a
sale. Smells like another big project
coming our way – we’ll be having a moving/estate sale on August 2nd
to hopefully clear out the place. If you’ve
ever had a garage sale, you know how much work it can be to get ready for
one. Now, imagine that garage sale and
Antiques Road Show coming together and you’ll understand what we’re dealing
with. We’ve got to research a lot of the
items ourselves to (hopefully!) price them appropriately – sellable but also
appreciating their value.
On top of the, well –
everything – we’ve had a plague of Pink Eye hit the Martin home. I’ve never had Pink Eye before. Never had a kid with Pink Eye. Now I can (hang my head in shame and)
announce that 3 out of 3 Martin children have had Pink Eye in the last three
weeks. It’s like they did a weird relay,
tag team nasty-eyeball hand-off thing. When
Matthew first came down with it, we got on top of it right away. I got him in to see the doctor. We started the antibiotic eye drops. We cancelled plans for a couple of days. We disinfected the house. I felt like we rocked the socks off of Pink
Eye. Ain’t nobody getting’ this
nastiness, foo. A week later, Zachary
got it. Like the day, Matthew finished
the eye drops; Zach started ‘em. I feel
like there’s something about Pink Eye (and the fact that all of our kids got
it) that just makes us sound like trashy, gross, disgusting people. Awesome.
We’re weirdly contagious with goopy eyes. Wanna hang out?
So, again, some of
our ‘fun’ events of the summer have had to be cancelled and rescheduled or put
off ‘til we’re a less nasty people.
In the next few
weeks, in this last ‘hurrah’ of summer, we have our few trips planned. Next week, we go on a 4 night camping trip
with our best friends. We’ve been
looking forward to it since we carefully selected the best possible site in the
campground nine (or more) months ago. A
couple of weeks after that, we go up to our friends’ cabin for an Engaged
Encounter weekend get-away/overnight. A
couple of weeks after that, we’re going with neighbors to Seaside, Oregon. All fun things!
My prayer is that a.)
We can stay grotesque and germ-free, b.) In the midst of our ‘fun’ we manage to
sell 2 of mom’s properties and most of her belongings, and c.) I maintain my
sanity (or what’s left of it). Wish us luck!
