Today I had the kids bring in all of the winter sowing jugs that I had cut and prepared this summer (and then left outside). It took me an hour to scrub them all out and sanitize them with vinegar in the bathtub, but they are all clean and ready to start winter sowing now!
Our tax return came back, but Tony is working full time again and doesn't have time to call the loan officer yet. Hopefully tomorrow we can call in the last of the medical bills to get them on some time of a payment schedule. I'm still crossing my fingers about that house. It's causing my sleepless nights and anxiety. It's been a long time since I have wanted something this badly. It took me 17 years to get my hairless cat. We've been stuck in our current home for 13 years, always hoping to move up to something with more space in the country.
This evening, as I was making sandwiches for #1 and myself (she was up late finishing a school paper), out of the blue I decided to turn on the police blotter on my phone. I typically only turn it on when there are a lot of sirens, just out of curiosity, but for whatever reason tonight I turned it on. Within minutes a call came in that made my skin prickle up. There had been a call about a custody issue, a few vague details were given over the public radio, and that was it. It reminded me of a situation a friend of mine is going through. I jumped on the computer (while #1 ate her sandwich) and messaged my friend. Sure enough, it was something related to her situation. She was very thankful for the heads up (since she lives out of state and wasn't aware), and was able to contact her lawyer right away. I'm hoping everything works out well. Angry exes are never a fun thing to deal with, and it's worse when there's a kid stuck in the middle.
With the weather dropping down back where it should be (cold), I'm going to have Tony pick up another bag of organic soil tomorrow while he's at work if he gets a chance. I've got a bathtub full of sanitized containers, a house full of kids who all want a bath now, and seeds that are just begging me to put them in dirt.
I guess now that it's too cold to go hang out in the garage anymore to go through boxes, I could go through the seed list and pick out what varieties to plant. I'm still on the fence about how many things to plant... Do I go big and plant enough containers to give me the huge garden I dream of at the new property? Or do I go conservative and only plant what we will have space for here, in case the new house doesn't work out? I guess in a perfect system, if I plant too many and we don't move, I could always sell the seedlings I can't use... But I'd feel a little bad competing against the nice greenhouse just down the road that we bought from last year. And how well can one expect to sell plants with minimal advertising?
Golly, I wish Tony would make those phone calls and get on with the process so I'd have a better idea of what to do. He just reminds me to keep working on getting rid of stuff.