I really just have to laugh when I think about the timing of this move. In general, we are really trying to let go of the idea that every decision we make should be practical, convenient, and comfortable. So I mean, check. The timing of this transition is none of those things.
Rob is on one of those rotations when he might as well be out of town. It would be the same diff. And typically those rotations leave me a little lonely, because I am running the house and caring for the kids alone. So it makes perfect sense to attempt a move during a time like that, right?
I am not kidding when I say that I have pretty much moved us to the new place on my own. If you have the gift of encouragement and giving pats, might I direct you the comments section. Bottom of this post.
Anyway, I feel sort of accomplished. I don’t feel angry or upset. I know Rob is gutting it out at the hospital every single day, and I can not even imagine his work load and responsibilities. And he does it all on no sleep. Like, none. So he actually has it worse. I know he misses our munchies, and he would love nothing more than to do this whole move every step of the way together. And we definitely are doing this thing totally and completely together, just not in the physical sense.
But things are wrapping up, and we will be at the new place full-time starting tomorrow. It makes me feel excited and nervous and teary and happy all at the same time.
Tonight, I took a break from my to-do list, made chicken pockets, and took the kids up to the hospital to have dinner with the Daddy-Man. They were flippin’ to see him. On the drive over Ev was giddy and kept talking about seeing her daddy and how our car was going to get a blue prize ribbon (???). Must be from a Dora episode. Lots of that going on this week. I should probably credit Dora for helping with the move.
Also, I have to say a huge thank you to my precious, wonderful mother-in-law. She insisted on paying movers to do the actual hauling of boxes and furniture across town and up three flights to our new home. Angel woman, for real.
Odds stacked against us, but this thing is about to be said and done. And not without a quick visit to Rob’s place of slavery, I mean work. When the kids and I got home we decided to soak up our last night of suburban pleasantries. Caterpillars and deer. Perfect night. But this forest is not as enchanted as it seems. Lest we forget, Lyme disease. #neverclaimedtobeanoptimist