We are waiting for some stuff.
And the waiting game is a tad stressful. It's okay; stress is a good thing sometimes; it lights a fire under you and can keep you on your mental and physical toes. That having been said, it still doesn't make for a good night's sleep, hence my three whopping hours last night, in between which I lay there, my eyelids feeling like they were made of elastic that would not stay closed, against my best efforts, with all I have running through my mind.
Monday, we put in a ridiculously low offer on a really great home in a nice neighborhood and are waiting to hear from the seller. We'll very likely get laughed at, but it is at least a jumping off point (and I stress "jumping off" here).
I have applied to six of the Columbia area school districts and hope I can convince at least one of them that they desperately need me as a music teacher. I'm waiting for a second interview for one and a first interview for the other five.
Speaking of applications, in the hopes of enhancing my resume, one thing I have done is delve into the world of transferring old VHS clips of some of my past students' performances to DVD. Sounds easy, huh? It's been a learning process, to say the least. Today, it took me to Radio Shack with an already cranky couple of kids. As I was discussing the benefits of an S-video connector cord with the thankfully patient sales-lady, Andrew threw a little fit and landed himself in time-out in the middle of the DVD player aisle. It wasn't pretty, and was even less attractive when he took off his shoes and threw them across the store. Here, I suppose, we're perpetually waiting for the secret to perfect preschooler discipline.
And, speaking of Andrew, and preschool, we are waiting to hear whether or not he gets into one of the four great preschools we've got his name on waiting lists for. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
So, if Mars aligns with Saturn or whatever is supposed to astrologically happen when you need things to work out beautifully, here in a few short days or weeks, I'll hopefully be reporting on the impending move to the wonderful new home, Andrew's first day at the finest preschool on the planet and my employment as a South Carolina public school music teacher.
But for now, we're just waiting...