unbelievably excited

I am kinda getting a house. I can not really believe this. I'm trying not to get too very excited because if the people don't want to sell us the house or whatever, then we have to find another house I guess. And it is a cute house. I can already imagine the gardening that must take place. Also I believe there must be a porch swing.

I am in shock mainly because having spent the last 7 years in a postage stamp sized apartment, to suddenly find myself in the process of houseness is more than I'm prepared to deal with right now. Like, for example, I now avoid all "Extreme Home Makeover" type shows because I end up sobbing not because I'm so happy for the little boy in the wheelchair with his own built-in wall-o-fish aquarium and the Mom and Dad who can now both brush their teeth at the same time because they have his and hers sinks in their master bath which probably has more space in it than my bedroom. Generally I have sobbed because I really want a house. Now if I can just substitute enough to pay for most of it AND my student loan payment. Student loan payment is three days work. I'm pretty excited about that too. If you are aware of my past then you know why I'm feeling pretty good about paying it. If you don't know, then that's probably a story for another day.
J. is going back to Mayo for a checkup soon. My birthday is right after that. Then what else? Oh Christmas. I need to wrap the kids' gifts. And finish crocheting things I started. Except I have crochet elbow now. Yup. And my friends invite me places because they don't know that secretly I'd rather just stay at home. I need to go to sleep. Chamomile tea doesn't actually make me sleepy.