Husband has jsut become deathly ill, I’m flying solo tomorrow to Denver to spend the holiday with my fam (he’ll join us later) and the prospect of packing has my head spinning. My MIL just called us today to inform us that we’ll be getting a package next week of all the stuff we left at her place on our last trip. My solution? This time I’m taking camera phone pix of all the kid’s clothes that I’m taking so I’ll know what I need to find to bring back.
Dang it’s mundane, but if you have kids you know how terrifying the day before a flight is - will they behave? Will I remember everything I need in the diaper bag and not discover after the Dude vomits alllll over himself on the plane that I didn’t pack any extra clothes?? Really, mundane.
So to distract me, I’m posting this AMAZING dress DownEast Basics just put out. They’s so cheap that stuff like this goes super fast, and I’m really tempted. What a fabulous color! I’ll be dreaming of this tomorrow as I jet off into the wild blue yonder with two potentially hysterical children….
Points of interest and irritation:
1. Hunting season started today. Apparently EVERYONE here does it, which is why I am aware of this for the first time in my life. There’s neon orange jumpsuits all over the place. I think it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever witnessed. People, there’s a grocery store down the street with dead animals in it, go buy them instead of sitting in the cold damp outdoors trying to find some unsuspecting animal to shoot to make you feel all manly. What, you can’t afford to buy the meat at the store and THAT’S why you and your buddies just spent a thousand bucks on guns and beer and gear? Go to college, get a degree and a job that will give you enough money to buy the dead animals.
I’m not a vegetarian, just a suburbanite. Living out in the sticks is just weirding me out like crazy today.
2. There was a lovely little parade in Baraboo for the opening of the Christmas season. They sure do know how to do these little things all cute and dandy in the small towns. No one shot at us though, so that was nice.
3. The crazy people across the street REALLY want us to buy their house. Crazy, old people who have a good case - they paid too much for the house, and already own a farm or something somewhere else and want to move back there to be near their daughter who has cancer. I get it, and I feel for them. But I just got through selling a house and the LAST thing I want to do is go buying a house here in the Middle Of Nowhere before we know where Husband’s job is going (stay here, or relocate, who the heck knows) and then have to try and sell a house out here in the Middle Of Nowhere. Nooooo thankee.
But they keep coming over to give us presents and tell us to come look at the house. I am a shallow little libra with a love language of gifts and even I am sick of getting these guilt gifts!! STOPPIT!!!! She comes over a ever few days, hands me a bag of stuff and starts talking a mile a minute - she’s NUTS, people. In fact, she saw the missionaries by our place this week and talked to them, and when she found out that WE were Mormon and knew them, she tried to talk them in to talking us into buying their house. WILL THE MADNESS NEVER END?!?!
4. That is all. I’m hitting the hay.
I don’t know the story, but I do know someone is selling these Laptop Steering Wheel Desks on Amazon - and some very funny people think it’s just as bad of an idea you and I do, so the comments section is full of comedy gold. Think the Three Howling Wolves t-shirt hilarity. Read the reviews for a laugh (and the photos added by customers), my personal favorite ( I couldn’t stop laughing for a good minute) was this one.
- That rock star thing.
- Yachting.
- Flying.
- Learn to speak Italian, just for an excuse to go there.
- Suzuki master teacher.
- Tap dancing and/or Irish dancing.
- Take a cooking class.
- Try to decorate my home.
- Ride Husband’s scooter, alone.
- Get another masters in music therapy.
- Sing.
You?
GPOYW
This mom and maid job get infinitely more difficult when babies refuse to be put down and girls miss their Nana so much they can’t see straight. Luggage should be unpacked, the mystery smell in the kitchen should be found and dealt with, and at some point today I should have put on clothes. But for right now, all I can do is mother. It stinks that when Huaband comes home, it’ll look like all I did was sit on the floor all day. Which I did, because that’s what they needed. I wish mothering all day looked as accomplished as a clean kitchen does.
We sold our house today. I would have cried more, except the closing attorney had Girardelli (sp?) chocolates. And now we’re back on the road.
It feels so bittersweet. I really, really miss Atlanta, and I don’t want to put down roots anywhere else just to have them pulled up again. If Atlanta isn’t my home, where is home? It was only home for 2 2 year stints, but it felt the most like home yet. I met my husband there, got pregnant there twice, though never gave birth there. Sigh…
So tonight I’m just phoning it in. Literally, since I’ve been posting via my iPhone. See, this is why I don’t post everyday. Some days are spectacular and post-worthy and some are blahdy busy. But NaBloPoMo marches on.
Tomorrow we (hopefully) sell our house and leave the south for Iceburg once more. The weather has been amazing and so have our friends… remind me again why we left? Oh yes, we like having an income. Silly us.
Husband with Grandpa. This is my future - those guys are twins. Rowr.
So you know how when you get to go home to visit and you have all this stuff planned to do bit then it turns out there is nowhere near enough time to see everyone and do everything? I’m exhausted! I’m starting to understand the logic in not telling anyone you’re in town…
But tonight is special. I’m staying overnight with one of my favorite violin student’s houses. The mom is like a computer hacker but for motherhood and the girl is one of WG’s best friends. And of course they adore Dude, who wouldn’t?? Surrounded by family and friends, I haven’t seen WG this honestly happy since we moved 5 months ago. It makes my heart ache and I don’t want to leave all these people who love her. Also, these guys just supplied all of Dude’s wardrobe for the next 2 years. It’s gooood to have friends like these. And I feel all empowered, I just packed up a bag and took 2 kids on an overnighter. Like a mom who knows what she’s doing. One more day in the paradise we call the south…
I’m going on a date!! We’re going to my all-time favorite sushi place with some friends then crashing a wedding reception for an old friend. I miss this so so much…
I’m wearing my sweet new dress and these purple tights for fun. Husband thinks I look like a witch, but I feel all kinds of fun. What else can you wear purple tights with anyway?
