Breathing it In

I haven't been able to blog in almost three weeks. Just as I was getting settled into my brand new place, everything kinda blew up at work, and I have basically spent the past month within the four walls of my store. With the exception of having absolutely no free time, it hasn't been too bad. There was that vacation cancellation, of course, which blew; however, I will reschedule. Yesterday was one of my first days off in weeks. Kylie and I ran some errands, and afterward, I tried to finish unpacking. Yes...unpacking. As in, unpacking the stacks of boxes that are still lingering in corners of every room. I still haven't hung any decorations in Kylie's room. I feel a little guilty, but I'm not sure that she has noticed. Her little life has been filled with the complexities of summer camp and late afternoon bike rides with the neighborhood kids. When we moved here, all I wanted to do was relish in the fact that we suddenly had all of this free time on our hands, and it was wonderful. Then, someone yanked the rug out from beneath me, and I was suddenly on this roller coaster of busy-ness. I guess it's good for things to get a little rocky now and then; it makes me appreciate all of the stuff in between. There's lots of good stuff buried where I don't always look for it.

I have a date tomorrow, a second date actually. I don't even want to write much about it because I know that I'll jinx it. I always tend to over-think, over-analyze, over-plan everything. Those wheels in my head start turning, and then I start to panic that there may possibly be some change in my life that happens for the good, and I have to find a way to stop it. Then there is the part of me that somehow believes that any dude showing the slightest bit of interest in me that lasts longer than a couple of weeks must have some serious issues. How awful, right? I keep trying to find something wrong with this guy. There has to be something there, something that is going to get under my skin and make me nuts. Some quirk, some flaw, some tick that I just won't be able to get past. But oh gosh, I haven't found it yet. What does that mean? Gasp....perhaps there will be a date number three. Imagine that!