I'm talking to Alan about my desire to pursue a new creative outlet; I am toying with the idea of taking up a new musical instrument, but discussing how Right Now is a really bad time for such an endeavor. My life is sooo busy, and it's only going to ramp up with more packing/storing, more details involved with home repair, looking at homes, finding a good mortgage, moving, even more other stuff that's going on, etc. I know from past experience that it's not only about having time for lessons, it's having ample practice time, too, and I'd rather put it off than embark on a project that's destined for failure because of conflicting demands.

Alan: I know it's becoming our mantra, but once we move, things will get better - and not just a little better, but a lot better. It'll be okay, sweetie.
Helly: *deep sigh* It doesn't matter. Once we do move and finally get unpacked, something ELSE terrible will happen to keep me from being able to enjoy my life. I can never just be happy; there's always something horrible going on.
Alan: Nothing bad will happen.
Helly: It will too. I'll probably get pregnant and I can forget all about happy because I'll be up to my ears in DIAPERS. And poo. And throw-up!
Alan: *shudders*
Helly: And knowing MY luck, it won't even be a BABY! It'll be a whole LITTER! I'll have like quadruplets or something.
Alan: Great. Now I won't be able to get a boner for at least six months.
Helly: That's what will happen, I'll have an entire LITTER and forget any chance at quiet, calm and normalcy what with Alanna, Alyssa, Alexa and...bah, you can name the other one.
Alan: Aloysius.
Helly: What if it's another girl?
Alan: Especially if it's another girl.
Helly: If it's four boys they can be Alan--
Alan: Archer and Fletcher! Archer and Fletcher!
Helly: Oh HELLS no. Sandy does NOT get Archer and Fletcher Bowman. She wouldn't name her kid Maynard Maynard for me. Or even Krebs G. Maynard, which was my second choice.
Alan: She doesn't love you like I do, honey. She doesn't love you like I do.