Lightbulbs

I can't sleep lately. My head is a flutter with trillions of ideas, but then again, when isn't it? Now, if I had a dollar for every idea I've ever had...well...ok maybe a hundred dollars would produce a better profit. I just wish I could bring some of them into fruition. Ideas take planning and planning takes time and time is money and...if I had lots of that, well, the ideas would take off on their own.
Some of them are brilliant money-making ventures littered with creativity and gumption that I vow will one day be the catalyst for my footprints resignating all over this little life. Yet others are the thoughts that keep me up at night such as how do I put this wedding into motion with little start-up cash for deposits? or which kitchen table will look best in my yet to be redone future kitchen? I can't help it. I'm excited about the house. Besides, late-night imaginary room rearranging beats obsessing over quandries involving self-absorbed, gossiping, show stealing individuals whose careless thoughts and actions seem to hunt me down me no matter how hard I try to shake them...but we won't go into that.
I am ecstatic about moving. The first six weeks or so will be grueling, with trying to manage three people's schedules on one tiny little econo car, but once the semester finishes, it should be smooth sailing. Life is going to be very different and I'm glad that we can share in similar goals and lifestyles with our friends/neighbors across the street. There are few others who can possibly relate to the responsible adjustments of parenthood and home ownership. As much as I'll miss having my former freedoms, I really don't mind not losing sleep or racking up bar tabs in the middle of the week. Enjoying wine in my living room is just fine with me.