Exercise the Demons

Good glory, it took me like three tries to sign into this thing.  I'm soooo tired.  Yet I feel like I need to get some things off of my chest here to maximize my sleep when it comes. 

Big changes are happening around here. 

1.  Separating from Army.  Military life and civilian life are very different.  It's a big deal.
2.  Moving.  Holy BALLLLLLLLLS.  Moving, moving, moving. MoooOOOOving.
3.  Selling off our crap.  It's weird to get rid of stuff.  You think it's worth more than others do, yet not enough to where you should keep it...hello, hoarding.  We had a garage sale over the weekend, and those people are brutal.  I made enough to make it worth it, but I had anxiety afterward.  Seriously.  Also, today, we sold the Maxima.  First day listed, and it sold.  It happened SO FAST.  I got the Maxima in 2004 when I was a junior in college.  Papa Shore bought it for me, and it's been a pretty rad gift.  I mean, hell, it lasted for eight years, and it will keep on lasting with someone else.  Eight years without a car payment.  Repairs, yes, but no monthly car payment.  I loved that car.  I didn't love it much when the air went out, but we got that fixed yesterday, and I thoroughly enjoyed riding in it again today.  I went a lot of places in that car from South Carolina to California.  Coast to coast, and relationship to relationship.  Many family, friends, boyfriends, and even a 20lb Dexter puppy have ridden with me in that car.  It was time to say goodbye, but it's bittersweet.  When we bought it, I watched the seller stand, staring at us drive away, looking longingly at his former vehicle.  I thought he was nuts.  Tonight, though, I found myself standing in the driveway, holding Maddie, and waving goodbye as I looked longingly at my former vehicle.  Eight years and about 110,000 miles.  Goodbye, old friend. 
4.  Cow's milk.  Maddie had a check up last week...a pre-moving, goodbye-doctor-that-I-love check up.  Doc gave the okay to start transitioning Maddie to cow's milk, so I've been mixing it in to her breast milk bottles for the last three days.  So far so good.  Tomorrow I will shoot for a half and half mixture.  It doesn't sound like much, but it's something I'll no longer be providing.  It'll be nice to have the pressure off, but I'll still miss it.  As I've said before, I couldn't carry her in utero the way I was supposed to, but I could make some damn breast milk and feed that baby liquid gold made just for her!  I won't miss pumping, though.  Fuck.that.noise.
5.  Joe is leaving on Saturday!!!  I'll be rounding out my time in Georgia without him.  I'm sad and scared.  All the GA memories to deal with...good, bad, ugly.  And a Maddie to deal with solo for a bit.  Jeepers.

Okay, I'm so tired that my eyes are closing.  Apparently I cleaned my brain out enough for sleep.  I'm not even going to proofread this.  Should make for a rich reading experience.  Apologies.  I don't even know who reads this damn thing anymore anyway.  Makes it fun trying to remember who I can bitch about and who I can't.  I digress.  G'night.