I can't seem to get any work done. My house is full of people. My house is full of animals. It's almost impossible to concentrate long enough to type out a full sentence, much less actually paint. I haven't made any progress on any of the pieces I have, and deadlines are looming. I never even finished the one piece for the auction.
Instead, I helped my parents finish moving in and then just sort of hit a wall of exhaustion.
My husband flew out to North Carolina for the final interview-meeting-thing, and then I virtually house shopped with him (he drove to various listings we were interested in, and I followed along online. We can't actually LOOK at anything because we're not allowed to even speak to a realtor until we're assigned one through the company.) We've been told to expect an offer from the company. This is the same company he already works for, but I guess in big corporations it works almost like it's an outside one. So, I would say we're at 99% probability of moving to NC (with no timeline on when we'd even get there, but seriously, if we could just get an answer that would be a huge improvement over dragging this all out since February.)
Other than that I've been doing laundry non-stop, dishes non-stop, and answering questions and more... NON-STOP. My patience is a lost thing. If you see it, send it home, would you?
Seriously, I may need to go rent a hotel room, lock myself in and just paint for a day or two straight. Would that make me a bad person, if I ran away to a hotel so I could work?