Explosion of Stress

Well, the title for this post is just about the biggest understatement ever for this past week and a half.


First, my husband had a minor surgery and has been incapacitated and on some nice pain pills. Thus, I have had twice the household responsibilities. I'm not complaining- I wouldn't want him to further hurt himself and/or delay his recovery. All I mean is that I have twice the cleaning and dog walking, and I'm being a poor sport about it all.


Second, my first big event at work is TOMORROW night and yesterday and today at work have been probably my two least favorite work days ever. Ever. Yes, there has been a lot of stress, like the normal kind that comes from planning any event. But... let's just say someone I work with has been incredibly horrible to work with, and everyone in the office wants to kill them. I will keep it at that to cover my butt. So today was definitely the worst day I've ever had at any work establishment. And that includes my very first job as a thirteen-year-old holiday greeter at Montgomery Mall when the Santa Clause made a pass at me. But yes, today was worse.


Third, I found out this morning (while at work dealing with the difficult individual) that an old camp friend passed away earlier in the day from essentially natural causes. Then I started to break down at my desk. Like hyperventilating break-down. I think it was the shock of another person my age dying (and someone so sweet), the horror that I heard it amidst everything going on right then in my office, and the knowledge of all the things I still needed to accomplish today that caused me to shut down. So let's just say it was a two-anxiety-pill day. I probably should have upped it to five. 


Anyway, I have had a very love-hate relationship with my life in Chicago these past two days... mostly due to stress. Hopefully I will have less on my shoulders after our event tomorrow night.

Lo Sientos

Sorry for being the worst blogger EVER! I have totally neglected my blog about moving to Chicago in my first few weeks moving to Chicago. Oops. 

However, the reason I haven't written is that I have been insanely busy with my new life. I am really starting to get used to our life here, and it is feeling homey-ish. I don't know if it will ever feel like "home." I definitely miss my family and friends, but otherwise, I am really loving Chicago. My job is really great and there's a girl in her twenties that I work really close with. Mark has been working from home until his new office is ready in a month. He isn't really loving the working-from-home thing- especially since we have little to no human interaction outside of each other here.

The location we live in is fantastic. We live a block from the Hancock building and Michigan Ave. Almost everything we need is a short walk away. Bella had a culture shock moment here when a horse and buggy walked down the street and she had a panic attack. She was probably thinking: "What-the-HELL-is-that-beast?!?!?!?!" Horse and buggies are pretty uncommon in DC suburbs.

One of the best things about living somewhere new is that Mark and I are finding all sorts of new fun bars, restaurants, and hole-in-the-wall places. My personal fave is the Redhead Piano Bar. SO much fun! You get to sing oldies with some oldies and really yummy drinks. We will be hitting up the redhead sometime soon.

We are getting used to our new apartment even though it was having a lot of problems at first. The only thing that would make living here better would be to have our loved ones here. Come visit us!

We made it!

Wow, the last few days have been hectic. Tuesday morning (if you can even call it that since we left our house at 3am) we drove to pick up our friend Jason who would drive our UHaul. On the way there, I got pulled over for completely missing a flashing red light. My bad. But the officer was nice and let me off with a warning. 

So then we go to Jason's house, he got in the UHaul, Mark got in the car with me and Bella, and off we drove for 11 hours.We got to Chicago around 2pm and got everything unloaded after about an hour. Two days later, and we are just finishing unpacking. First off, there is NO closet space. We had to go to the container store and get tons of shelving units to stash in every nook and cranny of our apartment, primarily just to hold all my clothes. What the heck am I supposed to do now? I live a block from Michigan Avenue, and have no closet or dresser space... FML.