HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA WHAT WAS I THINKING.
I mean, it’s not like I have a lot on my plate. It’s not like I’m attempting NaNoWriMo – 50,000 words of writing in one month. I’m not like I’m trying to survive the first year with my twins – who, even though they just turned 9 months old, still wake every 3 hours at night.
It’s not like I’m trying to raise my 5 and my 8-year-old sons, and all the complexities that come with kids as they grow older. Sure, they don’t pee or color on stuff anymore, but solutions to their problems now require me to actually turn on my brain. On the whole, I think I found the random destruction a lot easier to deal with it.
It’s not like I don’t have all of the stuff I listed above, or a part-time job, or household chores, or family visiting, or holiday activities, or or or….
But I received the sweetest email a couple of weeks ago.
“Caspian is such a dear – he never does anything wrong – but he’s not really settling in/thriving here at the barn…”
I mean, if you’re going to get politely broken up with by a barn, it was the nicest, softest way to break the news ever… but it was still a bummer. I couldn’t disagree with her assessment – Caspian seemed lonely and a bit sad at the new barn. It was obvious a change was needed.
The truth is, I spent the first few days after receiving that email trying to figure out if I even really had any business owning a horse.
Yes, Caspian was and is receiving the best of care…. but I almost never get to see him. I actually do have plenty of time to spend with him. The problem is that my free time is when most barns are closed. I have time every morning from 5:30am-7am, and then again every evening after 8pm…. but what barn is going to agree to let a boarder traipse around in the dark like that?
I spent the next week after the email looking at the hard facts. It’s hard to justify the expense of owning a “luxury item”, so to speak, when I have so little time to enjoy him.The problem with having an accountant for a husband is that I have started taking a longer view of how much things cost. I think it’s easy to justify a horse when you are looking at the month-to-month. Can I afford his monthly care? Yes.
Even if I technically can afford it… should I, when I never see him? The times I have available to devote to my horse are probably never going to work with a traditional barns, and it’s going to be quite some time before the twins are old enough to let me visit during regular hours. Can I afford him for another “wasted” year or more, knowing that the $400 a month I have set aside for him adds up to $4800 in one year? $9600 every two years?
That’s a lot of money for a once-a-week (if that) horse habit.
And so began The Great Depression of 2016.
I hate being an adult. I really, really do…. but I just couldn’t see any way around it. Shopping for a new horse barn just made it seem so much clearer to me. So many of the places around where I live are self-care. It’s not that I don’t want to do self-care – I actually really enjoy mucking stalls. It’s that I just don’t want to do it with four kids in tow. I’ve cleaned Caspian’s stall quite a few times while wearing the twins, and it left me sweaty and grumpy. Somewhere in the middle of it, while I struggled to push the wheelbarrow through some damp grass, desperately trying to keep it from dumping over, one twin strapped in front, one twin strapped in back, sweat pouring down my face, I thought…
Wait. Am I actually paying to do this? I mean, I’m not just choosing to torture myself like this, but I’m actually paying good money to do it? I’m paying money to never ride and never groom, and just spend my time pushing around my horse’s feces?
So I came home, and I had a long discussion with The Bean. And then another long discussion. And then we had several long discussions.
And then the Bean and I sat down and had a long talk a week ago on Monday night, and we came to the final decision.
We decided to sell our house.
I know, it was a bit of a shock for me too. I went into it thinking the conversation was going to end with, “Yeah, let’s sell Caspian and we’ll just find another horse when the time is better.” Instead, the conversation turned into “Why don’t we just bump up our ‘find a home with enough land for a horse’ plan”?
We’re not looking to move far – we both love our town. We just want a little land for the horse, and maybe a little more room for when my mom comes to help me with the twins.
Hey, did you know what’s easy? Deciding to sell your house.
Do you know what’s not easy? Cleaning your house so that it’s ready to sell…. in less than two days. We decided to sell on Monday night, and we were due to leave for Thanksgiving on Wednesday night.
It’s not that I live in squalor, but let’s all agree that unless you are one of those fancy-schmancy OCD people, there’s a big difference between having a house that’s straightened up and having a house that’s ready for a realtor to show at an Open House.
Two days later, with every closet organized, and every bit of furniture positioned just so, and every shelf arranged, the basement cleaned, the cobwebs dusted, the floors waxed, the bathrooms scrubbed, the Thanksgiving ingredients bought and in the fridge, it was 11pm at night and the only thing I had left to do was put away the laundry in my bedroom….
And I couldn’t.
I just plain ran out of gas. I stood there and stared at the last little bit of mess in an otherwise pristine (pristine for me, anyways) house, and I just…. I just couldn’t.
The Bean, who was in a miraculously good mood, looked around the room with a smile. “We’re almost done,” he chirped, coming in with another armful of clean laundry.
I looked at him, I looked at the maybe 20 minutes of work left, and I fell face first on the bed and started to cry. It wasn’t even a satisfying cry, either. A satisfying cry would have involved sobs and… well, energy. I just lay face-first on the bed and tears leaked out. I was so, so tired.
Did you know that you can shove a bunch of dirty laundry in trash bags and that it fits neatly in the trunk of a Honda Civic? That’s what we ended up doing, and the clothes is still in there. We haven’t really missed the items, either. Maybe I should just drive it to the Goodwill and dump it?
Anyways, I made it through the rest of the cleaning and through a Thanksgiving that was amazing and perfect, and kind of hazy from a fog of exhaustion.
And now my days have become a crazy string of “Quick, feed a baby…. crap, there’s a showing. Quick, clean the house and make it look non-lived in. Quick, grab Artemis. Quick, grab my mom’s dog that I’m babysitting for a month. Are the boys getting off of school? Quick, grab a snack so they don’t turn hangry while we sit at a park and wait for strangers to stare at the house. Quick, return home and cook dinner. Quick, get ready for work the next day. Quick, quick, quick….”
I moved Caspian yesterday to what I am hoping is his last boarding situation – he has an huge box stall, and turnout all day, and I paid extra for him to have hay in his face all day. He seems happy, even if I am sad I don’t get to stare at the GORGEOUS Morgans at the other place anymore. (I’m still disgruntled he ruined my stay at my dream barn, but oh well.)
As I unloaded him, I pet his fuzzy, yellowish-grey, barely-groomed face with the large, sad eyes. He looked… like an abandoned pony, and it made my heart sad. I hate being the absentee owner that people on horse threads make fun of. Caspian deserves better.
… but the neat thing is that soon he is going to get it. As I ran my fingers under his mane he leaned in to the contact every-so-lightly, ever-so-politely, and it was so strangely thrilling to be able to say, “Don’t get too attached to the ponies here. This is just a temporary barn. The next move, you get to come home. Permanently.”
Timehop keeps reminding me that 9 years ago I was a cocktail waitress in a bar, just starting to date the unassuming car salesman who liked to sit at the corner and drink a bottle of Heineken and eat chicken strips with ranch.
Yesterday I had to rearrange all the seats in my minivan to make a road trip, and when we finally returned home The Bean stood out in the pouring rain at 9:30 at night rearranging them back to normal it so I wouldn’t have to deal with it in the morning. Over Thanksgiving weekend he took all four kids out so I could get a much needed nap. And this morning he put up with me snapping at him (sorry Bean – I’m a cranky toddler when I’m sleep deprived) over tiny stuff, and still managed to remember to make out a check and put it where I could find it easily and change the babies diapers before heading off for his ridiculously-long day at work.
Today is the first day I haven’t had a lot on my plate. The house guests went home (don’t get me wrong, they’re amazing and I’m so glad they stayed), and today there are no showings scheduled yet. Today I don’t work, and I don’t have to do a 3 hour round trip to drive to return a vehicle, and my husband is kind, and there aren’t any holidays looming.
And now, today, two kids are in school, two babies are napping (at the same time! For once!) and I am sitting on my computer, researching fencing options.
Dude. Fencing options, and pasture rotation details, and sacrifice areas for MY horse who is going to be in MY backyard in a few months.
So….. does anyone want to buy a house?