The little dude is sick, our Internet is gone-zo (last day of the cycle, dang it), and I’m still in my pajamas at almost 11AM. It’s a crazy morning over here.
Lately, I’ve been obsessed with housing websites. Zillow.com, Realtor.com, local Durham realty sites…you name it, I’m looking at it. Our tentative plan for July goes like this:
+ Spend the first week of July (and our last week in Fairbanks) re-acclimating ourselves to Eastern Standard Time. This may not be as hard as you’d think. Don’t get me wrong, it WILL suck hitting fast forward by four hours. But here’s the kicker: by July, there will be roughly three hours of darkness in Fairbanks. On July 1st, the sun will set at 12:37AM and after a very quick night of sleep, it will rise at 3:12AM. So at that point, it really doesn’t matter when we go to bed or when we wake up. My plan is to spend that week slowly easing Lukas from Alaska Standard Time --> Pacific Standard Time --> Mountain Standard Time --> Central Standard Time --> Eastern Standard Time. Ideally, by the end of the week, we’re waking up at 4AM AST and hitting the sack by 7-7:30PM AST. We’re all probably going to be a giant mess by the time the plane touches down into North Carolina. But…
+ The second week of July is my family’s beach vacation on the Carolina coast. I absolutely positively do NOT want to waste our week of sand and sun acclimating back to EST (it took Lukas and me about a week to adjust to the time difference when we first got to Fairbanks). So…here’s to hoping my crazy plan works.
+ I’m in the process of looking for a furnished house to rent. After the beach vacation, Drew and I will dive into house searching mode.
+ And of course, baby is making her/his appearance sometime in August! Since Luki boy was nine days late, I’m telling myself that of course this baby will be tardy too. It was incredibly hard watching my due date come and go (and then sitting around for an extra nine days, slowly going crazy). But there’s always the chance BB2 (Baby Blue #2) will want to start the party early.
So, who knows? Maybe we’ll come back from the beach and look for a house. Or we might coast into town, have a baby, and then house hunt. This is the year of craziness, so I’m telling myself to expect everything and anything.