new phone

I finally got another cell phone. It has been over a year. I hate cell phones. It seems like another reminder that we are not connecting with anyone, really. Oh well, I can text my kids and they enjoy texting me, only because they don't have their friends' numbers yet.

The phone is for when we are all in separate households, then we can keep in contact better. Isn't that depressing? Here it is, the real preparations in the moving and the breaking up of our family, now we will be his and mine.
The boys have all taken it (the divorce) well and look forward to having less people in one household, they think it will be easier to maintain and there will be less fighting. I hope they are right.
I am supposed to be moving in a week, but I can not bring myself to pack a thing. I buy a twelve pack of corona light and think if I am a little tipsy, well, just maybe I can even make it fun to pack and separate our one household into two. But, instead, I just drink three or four beers, watch Gossip Girl or some other brain numbing show and go to sleep. Nothing is getting done here. Well, except the mountain of laundry keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger. I know it is a mental block. So, maybe this weekend instead of beer, I will buy coffee and french vanilla creamer (I only like coffee if it tastes like candy). After three cups of coffee I should be able to tackle any size mountain whether it is made of laundry or my own mental rubble! Here's to coffee! And here's to sifting through the accumulation of a 16 year marriage.