There’s nothing like playing the waiting game and trying to occupy your time in between.

We are waiting to hear back on the house we put an offer on. We won’t hear from the bank for a minimum of seven days from today. The selling agent had to get all the statements again from the seller and that took a few days. The P is becoming very attached to this property. I like it a lot but not as much as the half acre property.

We are waiting to find our house before I get a loan for a car.

We are waiting for a response from Uncle D to see if he’s willing to attempt to work things out with The P.  She finally replied back to his email that said that “he’s sorry things didn’t work out between us” and that he “misses her.” She wrote back that she’s still really upset and doesn’t know how he and she will work things out between them but wanted to talk about things to at least try. We’ll see. She and I are both very clear that things will never be worked out between either of us and THAT Lady. I’m also pretty clear at the moment that I’ll probably never want to hang out with Uncle D let alone have him in my home ever again. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s family I wouldn’t be encouraging The P to try to make things okay between them.

We are waiting to remodel the bathroom.

We are waiting to rent out the house we are in now.

We are waiting for an answer from our potential KD heretofore known as Brother D (no there is no biological connection to either of us). We’ve decided to have him over for dinner so he can meet the family as well as have The P do another dinner date with him (I work evenings during the week). We haven’t decided on a definitive time line and are waiting until after he meets the family to set it. Plus we’ll give him an extra week since that evening after we spoke to him he was in a very serious car accident. Someone ran a red light and broadsided him flipping his SUVa few times. From the pictures you’d think he should be dead, but miraculously after having to be cut from the car he came out with just a scratch on his ear. God was definitely watching over him that night.

I am waiting for tomorrow so I can take my glasses in and see if I can get the lenses replaced free of charge. Hopefully the store will define it as a “manufacturer’s defect”. I’ve never had scratches so bad before; they block my vision and make it seem like there is a huge thumb print right in the middle of my right lens.

I’m waiting for it to stop raining.

I’m waiting to have my time, space, and car back. I love having my sister and nephew around but in such a small space it gets tough to get some peace and quiet. I have also been loaning my car to my sister so she can get back and forth to work and whatnot. It’s getting old. I miss having a car and too many miles are being put on both mine and The P’s car.

It’s different living with your sibling when you are both adults and trying to raise and grow your respective family. Things that were okay when you were kids just no longer fly. The big sister/ little sister mentality can sometimes be tough to overcome when you’re back under the same roof. We’re both adults now raising and cultivating ourselves and our families in what can often appear to be two different paths on two different planets.  We’ll survive and they’ll move with us where ever we go until she can sustain them both on her own.  Either that are before we drive each other completely insane– whichever comes first.

We are also in the midst of trying to decide whether or not we want to bring The Little One with us when we go get legally hitched. At first we were pretty clear that we didn’t want her there so that we could have a little… romantic time away just the two of us, now we’re– mostly me, are not so certain. Ever since Uncle D and THAT Lady announced to her that they were getting married, I’ve felt like I don’t want their wedding to be the only one she sees. I want her to see one of her parents get married and feel how special and how important it is. That it’s not all about the hoopla surrounding it. It means something to get married and it is special and a privilege. I don’t want her to see THAT Lady and assign more meaning to her and their wedding then to her own parents. I want her to know that at least one of her Parent’s is married and that her family unit is committed to each other and to her. To me it’s about making sure she gets the meaning of being married.

The P on the other had is feeling like she doesn’t want her there because our marriage will not compare to THAT Lady’s and Uncle D’s. We will not have all the hoopla and gowns. It will be a simple license and officiated by some unknown person. We won’t be having a huge celebration this year, probably next year to mark the anniversary but not this year. Even if we did, it won’t ever compare to the bright lights and glitter that THAT Lady will have. We aren’t those kind of people. We like things simple and true to us and that’s not it. So The P is worried that by seeing such a simple marriage compared to the glitter and hoopla of Uncle D and THAT Lady she’ll assign more meaning to theirs and not ours. Not to mention our marriage will not be legal in our state. So, we’ve got to start firming up plans if it’s to happen this year. We’ll see.