Type A, Type B and Everything In Between
We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you a glimpse into the rest of our lives during this transitional time.
Do you really want to know what has been taking up most of my time lately?
Sitting in bed.
You see, I have this odd personality that is split between Type A and Type B. And you want to know something really, really odd? I only get things done when I’m in Type B mode.
When I’m in Type B mode, I can stay focused on my priorities. I put on some music and we get to work. The days are productive, the moving boxes get packed, the apartment gets into order.
But when I’m in Type A mode, I start to freak out. My organization levels reach irrational proportions. As in, I can’t stand to work on putting the books in boxes because it is driving me crazy that all of our winter shoes are scattered over the foyer and I don’t yet have boxes for all of those, and I have to figure out that first before I can deal with these books, but then I have to decide whether to keep the shoe rack and do I think that it will work in our new house?, but then, we’re going to have less income without me working full time and I don’t know if I’ll have the five dollars to buy a new shoe rack, and oh my goodness maybe I shouldn’t have thrown out that half a bag of old flour because maybe I won’t have any money to buy any flour when we get out there and what if we STARVE while living in our new big, beautiful home???!!!! WE’RE GOING TO DIE, I TELL YOU!!!!
Type A mode usually appears the second I walk in the door from work Monday – Thursday. So I stand in the foyer, drop my purse, and fret about whether we really can have eggs for dinner because I’ve got to get the frying pan packed up and…
Andy has brutally learned the warning signs of a Type A episode over this past month of moving drama. So usually before I can get beyond the frying pan, he has forcibly plopped me into bed with a grilled cheese sandwich and told me to stay put. Then he goes and actually gets things done during the evening. Important things that I lose sight of in the face of my packing freak-out sessions. Like reading the house contracts. Like renting a moving truck. Like paying the bills.
He usually comes back later to find me conked out or in a coma in front of another Arrested Development episode. The Bluth family’s insanity makes my life seem quite peaceful. It calms me.
Then Andy fixes me a bowl of ice cream. He’s incredible.
Does anyone else out there have these crazy mood swings? Is it going to be this nuts moving into a new place, or just moving out? Does anyone else find themselves needing to crawl into bed for an evening just to make their mind take a break?