some of you know that bim and i are in the final days of buying a house. and it's a beautiful house. with each trip to the neighborhood, we felt ourselves growing more attached to the idea of living there, until finally we let our guard down just enough, and crazy people possessed our bodies.
we made an offer. they accepted! we had second thoughts and lowered our bid. they accepted! we asked the bank to give us a lot of money. they (gulp) accepted. we negotiated every little thing and made a general nuisance of ourselves as interest rates fell ever lower. no one said uncle.
and that's how i learned about
sundown syndrome, and became a bonafide sundowner.
i was going to post a funny picture of a person flailing her arms, trying to shake out the crazy person inside her, but that would imply that this is funny, which it is not. i am *almost* fine during the day, and even get a little giddy for about 3 seconds at a time. but it gets less funny with every sleepless night...and now, friends, it is that time of the evening when i really start to stew about what we've done. because why? because kids don't buy houses.
my sister reminds me that this is not a real problem and that i should get a real life.
she's right, of course, but you know what? that's like telling a person who's afraid of dogs to get a great big, slobbery DOG. a real life? that's the problem.
