Last night, as I was unpacking boxes of books, I made a sweet discovery. It was my Grandma Bradfield's Bible. I instantly had to stop what I was doing and go flip through it. It proved to be just what I needed and gave me a boost. This moving process has been long and complicated. I needed a little pick me up. Although it gave me a boost in morale, the crying that ensued exhausted me and I was unable to get any more work done and had to immediately go to bed.
I really wanted to curl up with the Bible in my arms and fall asleep hugging it, but forced myself to go to bed like a normal person.
I had a pretty good night's rest, until Little woke up calling for me and then screamed bloody murder. No joke. He screamed like a panther or something ridiculous. Why? I have no idea, but it sure got my blood pumping.
My niece and nephew came over for a bit this morning. Did I mention my brother and sister-in-law are moving, too? Fun times.
It is now 2:00 p.m. and I am still in my pj's.
It is New Year's Eve and I want some yummy food for tonight, but probably won't get any considering I'm the one who would have to make it and I would probably have to go to the store to get ingredients for anything worth making. And a quick trip to the store just doesn't happen 'round these parts. Grocery shopping requires planning. It is truly unfortunate.
I don't know why I want fun New Year's Eve food anyway. We have have no plans. We're staying home, just the four of us and watching movies the boys got for Christmas. One is a Veggie Tales movie and the other is Epic. Big and I saw it in the theater back when we lived in the city. He really enjoyed it (I did, too) and I'm sure Hubby probably will because I think it is a little Lord of the Rings-esque.
Little just woke up, so now Hubby is forcing me to go shower so I can help him work on the wiring on our new bedroom ceiling fans. Don't be jealous. Your New Year's Eve plans probably aren't nearly as exciting.
P.S. The Christmas tree is already completely put away. It just needed to happen.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
We celebrated our fourth and final Christmas today. Although the past week has been crazy busy, it was incredibly nice to come home to our own house every night and sleep in our own beds. Amen.
So, rather than sitting on my bum tonight, I'm working on taking down our Christmas tree. Well, sort of more like just taking the ornaments off. The Christmas decorations boxes are in the man cave taking up space. I'm putting everything away except for the actual tree so we can move the boxes down to the basement for storage. Hubby is working really hard to get the man cave set up. It has been the main holding area for unpacked boxes.
I would take the tree down entirely, but since Christmas was put on the back burner this year, I decided to leave it up with just the simple white lights for awhile. Who knows how long it will stay up. I know Christmas is barely over, but that's how I roll. I don't like clutter. I usually wait until after New Year's, as in January 1st, to put away all our Christmas stuff. I just like things put away. So sue me!
Well, I better get off my tush and get back to work. Hubby just came down from putting the boys to bed...I better go look busy.
P.S. Big cried before bed tonight because he misses his friends. Talk about breaking a Momma's heart!
P.P.S. Little has decided he likes to climb out of his crib. Heaven help us. I'll never sleep peacefully again. Ok, I know I will (I hope) but his bedroom is right at the top of the stairs. My logical Mommy brain tells me he'll fall down the stairs when he comes out of his room. He's the early riser, remember, so it is always pitch black in our house when he wakes. Time to come up with a game plan. Suggestions?
So, rather than sitting on my bum tonight, I'm working on taking down our Christmas tree. Well, sort of more like just taking the ornaments off. The Christmas decorations boxes are in the man cave taking up space. I'm putting everything away except for the actual tree so we can move the boxes down to the basement for storage. Hubby is working really hard to get the man cave set up. It has been the main holding area for unpacked boxes.
I would take the tree down entirely, but since Christmas was put on the back burner this year, I decided to leave it up with just the simple white lights for awhile. Who knows how long it will stay up. I know Christmas is barely over, but that's how I roll. I don't like clutter. I usually wait until after New Year's, as in January 1st, to put away all our Christmas stuff. I just like things put away. So sue me!
Well, I better get off my tush and get back to work. Hubby just came down from putting the boys to bed...I better go look busy.
P.S. Big cried before bed tonight because he misses his friends. Talk about breaking a Momma's heart!
P.P.S. Little has decided he likes to climb out of his crib. Heaven help us. I'll never sleep peacefully again. Ok, I know I will (I hope) but his bedroom is right at the top of the stairs. My logical Mommy brain tells me he'll fall down the stairs when he comes out of his room. He's the early riser, remember, so it is always pitch black in our house when he wakes. Time to come up with a game plan. Suggestions?
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Three Down, One To Go
Merry Christmas!
So far, we've enjoyed celebrating three family Christmases and still have one more tomorrow. It has been a whirlwind that's really cut down on the amount of productivity happening around our new house...
What? My dining room still has no floor boards?
Huh? There's still boxes to unpack?
Come again? We haven't even started taking down wallpaper in the guest bedroom?
What do you mean I need to pick out carpet for the boys' bedrooms?
The cabinet doors still haven't been put back on my laundry room cabinet? You have got to be kidding me.
You mean I should turn off the computer, get off the couch and actually work on some of those projects with my Hubby who is being so diligent while I just sit? You cannot be serious.
Oh well. There's always tomorrow.
So far, we've enjoyed celebrating three family Christmases and still have one more tomorrow. It has been a whirlwind that's really cut down on the amount of productivity happening around our new house...
What? My dining room still has no floor boards?
Huh? There's still boxes to unpack?
Come again? We haven't even started taking down wallpaper in the guest bedroom?
What do you mean I need to pick out carpet for the boys' bedrooms?
The cabinet doors still haven't been put back on my laundry room cabinet? You have got to be kidding me.
You mean I should turn off the computer, get off the couch and actually work on some of those projects with my Hubby who is being so diligent while I just sit? You cannot be serious.
Oh well. There's always tomorrow.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Ups and downs, mainly downs
The germs did a number on Big. Soon after my last post, the vomiting began. It finally subsided yesterday afternoon. I think our new home has officially been "initiated."
Needless to say, having him sick has slowed down the moving in process. Not as many items checked off my list as I would like. I'm trying to go with the flow. I have my good moments and my not-so-good moments.
Not only was I taking care of him, but we've had some people working on wiring in the upstairs. So, for naps, we've had to camp out in our new front room. Keeping on top of the vomiting episodes, keeping track of Little and staying out of the workers' way has been quite challenging. Those are the moments I am most thankful we only have two children.
My emotions have been a bit of a roller coaster. I'm so thankful to be closer to family and grateful for all the help we've received during this time. I can't believe how blessed with are to have this place as our home. But at the same time, the organized control freak in me is having a hard time not getting worked up. I like things organized and put away. I don't do well with unfinished projects. The selfish part of me is having a hard time enjoying my children instead of seeing them as obstacles that are getting in the way of me accomplishing my tasks. (I kid you not, Big just came down the stairs and is interrupting me as I type this. He's supposed to be in bed.) I'm also feeling down about Christmas. I know the true meaning of Christmas. I know it isn't about presents, sending out cards, baking, etc. But I've been struggling to find joy this year. Struggling to find time to focus on the true meaning of Christmas. And I'll admit, I'm also sad that I won't have time to bake, watch "White Christmas", or send out Christmas cards. And as for gifts, ha! I know I've bought some things - mainly online, but they're simply piled in an extra room right now. The UPS man comes, leaves it by the front door and I shuffle it into the extra room without even opening the box to see what's inside.
Then, yesterday, I made a trek to Walmart, which is no short trek around these parts. There were things I had to get for the house and I desperately needed to get groceries. Especially since they were calling for snow. Worst Walmart experience of my life. Ever. Hands down. I don't even want to talk about it. Let's just say I almost broke down in tears twice, and I'm not a crier. I finally let the river flow once I was in the car and on my way home. I also came home with a humongous bruise on my shoulder. Please, don't ask.
Yep, most moments I feel like I'm losing it. I just tell myself that life will get back to normal eventually. Although I've learned that it is never the same old normal. Life only evolves into new normals.
I'm so thankful for Hubby. A lesser man wouldn't put up with me. He truly loves me. Hubs, if you're reading this, please hang in there with me, although I have no doubt you will. I love you. I know I don't show it like I should, especially lately, but I truly do. You're my best friend. Thank you for laughing with me during this process and for being so stable. I need you to be stable, and I need you.
Needless to say, having him sick has slowed down the moving in process. Not as many items checked off my list as I would like. I'm trying to go with the flow. I have my good moments and my not-so-good moments.
Not only was I taking care of him, but we've had some people working on wiring in the upstairs. So, for naps, we've had to camp out in our new front room. Keeping on top of the vomiting episodes, keeping track of Little and staying out of the workers' way has been quite challenging. Those are the moments I am most thankful we only have two children.
My emotions have been a bit of a roller coaster. I'm so thankful to be closer to family and grateful for all the help we've received during this time. I can't believe how blessed with are to have this place as our home. But at the same time, the organized control freak in me is having a hard time not getting worked up. I like things organized and put away. I don't do well with unfinished projects. The selfish part of me is having a hard time enjoying my children instead of seeing them as obstacles that are getting in the way of me accomplishing my tasks. (I kid you not, Big just came down the stairs and is interrupting me as I type this. He's supposed to be in bed.) I'm also feeling down about Christmas. I know the true meaning of Christmas. I know it isn't about presents, sending out cards, baking, etc. But I've been struggling to find joy this year. Struggling to find time to focus on the true meaning of Christmas. And I'll admit, I'm also sad that I won't have time to bake, watch "White Christmas", or send out Christmas cards. And as for gifts, ha! I know I've bought some things - mainly online, but they're simply piled in an extra room right now. The UPS man comes, leaves it by the front door and I shuffle it into the extra room without even opening the box to see what's inside.
Then, yesterday, I made a trek to Walmart, which is no short trek around these parts. There were things I had to get for the house and I desperately needed to get groceries. Especially since they were calling for snow. Worst Walmart experience of my life. Ever. Hands down. I don't even want to talk about it. Let's just say I almost broke down in tears twice, and I'm not a crier. I finally let the river flow once I was in the car and on my way home. I also came home with a humongous bruise on my shoulder. Please, don't ask.
Yep, most moments I feel like I'm losing it. I just tell myself that life will get back to normal eventually. Although I've learned that it is never the same old normal. Life only evolves into new normals.
I'm so thankful for Hubby. A lesser man wouldn't put up with me. He truly loves me. Hubs, if you're reading this, please hang in there with me, although I have no doubt you will. I love you. I know I don't show it like I should, especially lately, but I truly do. You're my best friend. Thank you for laughing with me during this process and for being so stable. I need you to be stable, and I need you.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Germs
When I picked up Big from school today, his teacher told me he hadn't been himself at all today. As soon as he got in the car, he started bawling. He said everything felt bad.
Luckily, although it was the end of the day, they fit us in at the doctor's office. Fever, red throat with a blister, and a headache. It's probably just a virus, but he's been asleep since he got home this afternoon. So, it should be an interesting night. Will he sleep until morning? What will his temperature be when he wakes? Will he be hungry? Time will tell.
What makes me even more sad is that tomorrow is his last day of school before Christmas break. The whole school is getting together to 'Sing Around the Tree' and then have class parties. Thankfully, his friend's mom, who was my friend in school, is coming by to get his gift for the gift exchange so he can still participate.
I really hope he's better by Christmas and that none of the rest of us get it.
In other news, we continue to make progress around the house. The dining room is painted, so now we can start moving the furniture into that room. We're basically unpacked except for the man cave and some other random boxes.
Hopefully after tonight, my laundry room will be in working order. Oh joy! Isn't it depressing to be an adult and get excited about such matters as a working laundry room?
Although we've certainly made progress, there is still so much to do to make the house how we want it. Thankfully, time is on our side.
Since Big will be home sick from school tomorrow, I'm seriously considering take a good chunk of the day off from work on the house and spending it watching Christmas movies with the boys.
It sounds as though Big is waking up. I better go - a mommy's work is never done.
Luckily, although it was the end of the day, they fit us in at the doctor's office. Fever, red throat with a blister, and a headache. It's probably just a virus, but he's been asleep since he got home this afternoon. So, it should be an interesting night. Will he sleep until morning? What will his temperature be when he wakes? Will he be hungry? Time will tell.
What makes me even more sad is that tomorrow is his last day of school before Christmas break. The whole school is getting together to 'Sing Around the Tree' and then have class parties. Thankfully, his friend's mom, who was my friend in school, is coming by to get his gift for the gift exchange so he can still participate.
I really hope he's better by Christmas and that none of the rest of us get it.
In other news, we continue to make progress around the house. The dining room is painted, so now we can start moving the furniture into that room. We're basically unpacked except for the man cave and some other random boxes.
Hopefully after tonight, my laundry room will be in working order. Oh joy! Isn't it depressing to be an adult and get excited about such matters as a working laundry room?
Although we've certainly made progress, there is still so much to do to make the house how we want it. Thankfully, time is on our side.
Since Big will be home sick from school tomorrow, I'm seriously considering take a good chunk of the day off from work on the house and spending it watching Christmas movies with the boys.
It sounds as though Big is waking up. I better go - a mommy's work is never done.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Home Sweet Home
Last night was our first night in our new house! I think Big got the best night's sleep out of all of us. Little woke up around 1:30 crying and crying. He said he was scared, so I put him in bed with us. He stayed there until about 4:30. Unless he's in a dead sleep, he's no fun to sleep with, so those weren't exactly restful hours. He then woke up for the day around 6:00 and said, "This is a nice house."
Stinker.
I got my kitchen and pantry unpacked yesterday, so at least now we can function.
Some of the furniture also got arranged, so at least we have a place to sit down. Little and I are sitting on the couch enjoying some Netflix and computer time. I really should do more work. There are still lots of boxes to unpack and things to organize, but all I want to do is sit.
Maybe first on my agenda should be finding the cord to my camera so I can start posting pictures!
Stinker.
I got my kitchen and pantry unpacked yesterday, so at least now we can function.
Some of the furniture also got arranged, so at least we have a place to sit down. Little and I are sitting on the couch enjoying some Netflix and computer time. I really should do more work. There are still lots of boxes to unpack and things to organize, but all I want to do is sit.
Maybe first on my agenda should be finding the cord to my camera so I can start posting pictures!
Monday, December 16, 2013
I love Smalltownsville
Yes, there are many reasons to love the city, but I have my reasons for loving Smalltownsville, too.
Case in point: At Big's school, they having CHRISTMAS parties this Friday. Not "Winter" parties or "Holiday" parties but CHRISTMAS parties.
Also, information was recently sent home from his school regarding a Reading Fair in which students may participate. Under the guidelines for 'Characteristics of Fictional Text' there is a note that reads, "Biblical stories are considered fictional only when the characters are non-human and personify (portray) human characteristics (e.g., Veggie Tales)"
Yep, I love Smalltownsville. Amen.
Case in point: At Big's school, they having CHRISTMAS parties this Friday. Not "Winter" parties or "Holiday" parties but CHRISTMAS parties.
Also, information was recently sent home from his school regarding a Reading Fair in which students may participate. Under the guidelines for 'Characteristics of Fictional Text' there is a note that reads, "Biblical stories are considered fictional only when the characters are non-human and personify (portray) human characteristics (e.g., Veggie Tales)"
Yep, I love Smalltownsville. Amen.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
One Day Closer
Well, we are another day closer to moving in!
Here's a list of the projects we've done so far:
Wiring
Painting the laundry room
Painting the Pantry
Tearing down plaster walls in the dining room
Putting up sheet rock in the dining room
Taking down border in Little's room
Painting Little's room
Attempting to take down wallpaper in the guest bedroom
A bit of unpacking
What we have yet to do:
Paint the dining room
New flooring in the laundry room
New flooring in the pantry
New flooring in the man cave bathroom
New carpet in Little's room
New carpet in Big's room
More insulation in the attic
Decide what to do about the walls in the guest bedroom
Add light fixtures to the upstairs hallway
Unpack
Thankfully, if I can get all the dust cleaned up from the sheet rock extravaganza, and get my kitchen unpacked, we can go ahead and move in. The "yet to do" projects we can do as we live here.
And since it is an older home, there are several other long-term projects on our list. A few of those items include putting in new windows, redoing the guest bathroom, and redoing some things in the kitchen.
It can be quite overwhelming to think about, but we are blessed to be closer to family so they can help us.
Can't wait to announce when we've moved in! Stay tuned!!
Here's a list of the projects we've done so far:
Wiring
Painting the laundry room
Painting the Pantry
Tearing down plaster walls in the dining room
Putting up sheet rock in the dining room
Taking down border in Little's room
Painting Little's room
Attempting to take down wallpaper in the guest bedroom
A bit of unpacking
What we have yet to do:
Paint the dining room
New flooring in the laundry room
New flooring in the pantry
New flooring in the man cave bathroom
New carpet in Little's room
New carpet in Big's room
More insulation in the attic
Decide what to do about the walls in the guest bedroom
Add light fixtures to the upstairs hallway
Unpack
Thankfully, if I can get all the dust cleaned up from the sheet rock extravaganza, and get my kitchen unpacked, we can go ahead and move in. The "yet to do" projects we can do as we live here.
And since it is an older home, there are several other long-term projects on our list. A few of those items include putting in new windows, redoing the guest bathroom, and redoing some things in the kitchen.
It can be quite overwhelming to think about, but we are blessed to be closer to family so they can help us.
Can't wait to announce when we've moved in! Stay tuned!!
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Stamina Needed. Send Help!
Today, it appears, we hit the wall (no pun intended) that I knew was coming. I've just been waiting for it.
It started when I had to wake Big for school. For the first time since starting his new school, which is all day as opposed to half day back in the city, he said, "But I don't waaaannnaa go to school." I asked why and he responded, "Because I'm too tiiiired."
Whelp, that only took a week and half.
Then, later this morning, I started going into freak out mode.
How are we going to get all these projects done?
I can't get anything significant accomplished and try to take care of Little. You see, Little is the type of small person that needs constant supervision. Bless his precious little heart.
How are we going to get all this done when Hubby has to work all day?
We have no sense of normalcy or routine and we're all starting to freak out because of it. Ok, maybe that one just pertains to me. You see, I'm the type of person who thrives on routine and structure. Bless my precious little heart.
But then Little finally went down for a nap, I regrouped, and the work and progress continued. It really is baby steps. I know we'll get there. We've already tabled one project so we can just stinkin' get in our new house.
I would love to show more pictures, but I left the camera at our new house...you know, the one without internet. But I've got to do some online Christmas shopping anyway. Did you realize Christmas is two weeks from today?!? I better stop thinking about it, or I'll go back into freak out mode.
Good night!
It started when I had to wake Big for school. For the first time since starting his new school, which is all day as opposed to half day back in the city, he said, "But I don't waaaannnaa go to school." I asked why and he responded, "Because I'm too tiiiired."
Whelp, that only took a week and half.
Then, later this morning, I started going into freak out mode.
How are we going to get all these projects done?
I can't get anything significant accomplished and try to take care of Little. You see, Little is the type of small person that needs constant supervision. Bless his precious little heart.
How are we going to get all this done when Hubby has to work all day?
We have no sense of normalcy or routine and we're all starting to freak out because of it. Ok, maybe that one just pertains to me. You see, I'm the type of person who thrives on routine and structure. Bless my precious little heart.
But then Little finally went down for a nap, I regrouped, and the work and progress continued. It really is baby steps. I know we'll get there. We've already tabled one project so we can just stinkin' get in our new house.
I would love to show more pictures, but I left the camera at our new house...you know, the one without internet. But I've got to do some online Christmas shopping anyway. Did you realize Christmas is two weeks from today?!? I better stop thinking about it, or I'll go back into freak out mode.
Good night!
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Oh Internet, Where Art Thou?
I'm here! I'm here! But, unfortunately, the internet isn't. We have yet to get the internet at our new house. And I'm spending the majority of my waking hours there trying to get things ready to move in. (We're still living with my parents - hence, I'm on the internet right now.) The rest of my waking hours are spent taking care of children, go figure.
As soon as the internet is up and running I'll post more. I have pictures waiting to upload and tales waiting to be told.
So for now, I'll leave you with this little tidbit...
You know you're living in Smalltownsville when:
1. While listening to the radio in your car, you have to change the station every 5 minutes as the previously clear station is now completely static.
2. Seventy-five percent of stations on the radio are country.
3. They broadcast notices of local funeral services on the radio.
4. Your children repeatedly report, "I see stars!!!" at night.
5. When leaving the grocery store, the only sound you here is the fans running on grain bins. No people. No traffic. Just fans. One of my favorite sounds from childhood. Not sure why I enjoy it so much - guess it's because it reminds me of home. :) It's not exactly a sound you hear in the city.
6. When at the checkout with your Hubby at the local grocery store, the person in front of you says, "Man, you guys move back and we get a blizzard! Thanks a lot." And after you leave the store, you and your Hubby turn to each other and say, "Do you know who that was? Me neither."
7. No stoplights. It's a beautiful thing.
8. You realize you'd forgotten there is a switch on your car to turn the headlights on bright.
As soon as the internet is up and running I'll post more. I have pictures waiting to upload and tales waiting to be told.
So for now, I'll leave you with this little tidbit...
You know you're living in Smalltownsville when:
1. While listening to the radio in your car, you have to change the station every 5 minutes as the previously clear station is now completely static.
2. Seventy-five percent of stations on the radio are country.
3. They broadcast notices of local funeral services on the radio.
4. Your children repeatedly report, "I see stars!!!" at night.
5. When leaving the grocery store, the only sound you here is the fans running on grain bins. No people. No traffic. Just fans. One of my favorite sounds from childhood. Not sure why I enjoy it so much - guess it's because it reminds me of home. :) It's not exactly a sound you hear in the city.
6. When at the checkout with your Hubby at the local grocery store, the person in front of you says, "Man, you guys move back and we get a blizzard! Thanks a lot." And after you leave the store, you and your Hubby turn to each other and say, "Do you know who that was? Me neither."
7. No stoplights. It's a beautiful thing.
8. You realize you'd forgotten there is a switch on your car to turn the headlights on bright.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Iowa's not so bad
Hubby's new job is in Iowa, but we're living in Missouri. We thought about moving to the town where he works, but it just didn't seem to fit. Growing up in this area of the country, you're taught not to be a big fan of Iowa, or should I say, Idiots Out Walking Around?
Hey, don't blame me, it's what I was taught as a child!
Yes, I'm happy to be on the Missouri side of the state line. It is where I grew up, after all, but today, I made a trek across the border to my other option for a grocery store. It is a longer drive, but I needed another option - a better option. I have to admit, I was a bit apprehensive. Man, do I ever miss my Price Chopper in the city!
I was pleasantly surprised! I don't think I've ever been so excited about a grocery store. I felt kind of tense as I walked in, expecting to be disappointed and wondering how I'll ever survive not being a Chopper shopper. But the more I shopped, the more I relaxed. I realized that I can do this. There are options in this store. It is bigger than HyVee, the produce is much better and has much more variety. I can get pretty much everything I need at the new store. Granted, it is still significantly smaller than my city grocery store with significantly fewer options, but promising nonetheless.
One fun feature is the meat counter. It is like an actual butcher shop. You don't go to the meat cooler and pick up some prepackaged meat - you tell the butcher behind the counter what you want and he packages it for you. I heard this store was the place to get meat, and I'm guessing this is where I'll buy the majority of ours from now on. (I'm sure my Smalltownsville friends are all laughing at me.)
Want to know something else that redeems Iowa?
No food tax!!!!!!
It pays to cross the state line and drive a little further to get groceries in Iowa. Pun intended.
Oh, and they also took all my groceries out of my cart for me, put them on the check out counter, wheeled my cart of bagged groceries to my car, and put them in the car for me. Who knew you could feel so pampered buying groceries?
Take that Price Chopper in the city.
Hey, don't blame me, it's what I was taught as a child!
Yes, I'm happy to be on the Missouri side of the state line. It is where I grew up, after all, but today, I made a trek across the border to my other option for a grocery store. It is a longer drive, but I needed another option - a better option. I have to admit, I was a bit apprehensive. Man, do I ever miss my Price Chopper in the city!
I was pleasantly surprised! I don't think I've ever been so excited about a grocery store. I felt kind of tense as I walked in, expecting to be disappointed and wondering how I'll ever survive not being a Chopper shopper. But the more I shopped, the more I relaxed. I realized that I can do this. There are options in this store. It is bigger than HyVee, the produce is much better and has much more variety. I can get pretty much everything I need at the new store. Granted, it is still significantly smaller than my city grocery store with significantly fewer options, but promising nonetheless.
One fun feature is the meat counter. It is like an actual butcher shop. You don't go to the meat cooler and pick up some prepackaged meat - you tell the butcher behind the counter what you want and he packages it for you. I heard this store was the place to get meat, and I'm guessing this is where I'll buy the majority of ours from now on. (I'm sure my Smalltownsville friends are all laughing at me.)
Want to know something else that redeems Iowa?
No food tax!!!!!!
It pays to cross the state line and drive a little further to get groceries in Iowa. Pun intended.
Oh, and they also took all my groceries out of my cart for me, put them on the check out counter, wheeled my cart of bagged groceries to my car, and put them in the car for me. Who knew you could feel so pampered buying groceries?
Take that Price Chopper in the city.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Firsts
We have been busy, busy since my last post. Everything is moved out of our old house, and we closed on it. Boy, did it look and feel good having a 'sold' sign out front and knowing that part of this crazy process is over!
Then, we officially moved in with my parents. Things have been going well and they have been very accommodating. We're so grateful to have a place to stay. What a blessing!
I've had the joy of experiencing some firsts since being back in Smalltownsville. I took my first trip to the local HyVee. There is a whole six aisles! And I'm talking small aisles, not as long as as the aisles in the city. In all honesty, I won't do the majority of my shopping there, I've heard I need to travel a bit to get good produce and meat, but it is nice to have a place close to get the essentials - especially when you get Smalltownsville service. When I went to the check out line, one of the workers took all the groceries out of my cart and put them on the counter for me. Then, after I checked out, he pushed the cart to my car and loaded them in the trunk.
Another first was Big's first day of school. So far, he's loving it! I was nervous about him going all day since he only went in the afternoons in the city, but he seems to be adjusting very well. It helps that his teacher is someone I've known my whole life. She attends the church I grew up in and the one my parents still attend.
Last...
We closed on our new house!
I'll start posting pictures of the inside later. The people we bought it from are moving out tomorrow and Friday morning the carpets are being cleaned. Starting Friday afternoon we'll finally show it to our families and begin some projects. We still won't move in for probably another week. We're not sure exactly when we'll move in because have to wait and see how projects progress.
I can't wait to keep the updates coming! Stay tuned!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Moving Out Day
It's Moving Out Day!!!
I put those exclamation points there to try and cheer myself up.
It's not working
I wish I could say it's moving day rather than moving out day, but reality is, we're not moving into another home. All our stuff is going to storage and we're moving in with my parents. God bless those two. Amen. Heaven help us all. Amen.
Our move in date, at this time, is December 9th. It cannot come fast enough. For all of us. Including my parents.
Since my last post, we've been busy. Friday was Big's last day of Kindergarten here in the city. He cried on the way home. Bawl is actually a more accurate term. When he first got in the car, all he said was, "Well, I'm feeling sad." I told him it was ok to be sad. Then, as we were pulling through the carpool lane, we passed his teacher. I stopped and rolled down the window. She came over and gave him a hug. Then, I rolled up the window and started to drive away. That was a big mistake. One of Big's classmates was waiting on the sidewalk at the very end of the carpool lane. I didn't notice her (and there was a long line of cars behind us) so I kept on driving. Big wanted to roll his window down and say goodbye to her, but didn't get the chance. That's when the floodgates opened.
We got home, and he showed me all his papers from school. His teacher and classmates made him a sweet card. He had stopped crying by that point and telling him he could put together some new Legos at Grammy's house was a motivation to get him out the door. My mom graciously took the boys to her house and Hubby showed up around supper time. We spent the evening getting the house ready for movers. The next day was spent cleaning and taking down the swing set.
Saturday evening we headed up to my parents' and joined the crew. My brother, his wife and kids were already there. Sunday, my sister and her husband came, and we took family pictures. Afterward, we enjoyed our Thanksgiving dinner. On Thanksgiving day this year, we'll be with Hubby's family.
Sunday evening, Hubby and I came back to the city to spend our last night in the house, as our moving crew was here at 8:00 a.m. Monday. Yesterday, they spent the day packing. Hubby and I stayed at a hotel last night and today they're moving everything out.
I'm in a state of denial. I don't want to leave this state. I like this state. I'm afraid of what state I'll be in once I leave.
So, to cheer me up, I'll leave with a picture of the boys. I love these kids, and I know this move is best for them. That's where I have to keep my focus, or I'll lose it.
I put those exclamation points there to try and cheer myself up.
It's not working
I wish I could say it's moving day rather than moving out day, but reality is, we're not moving into another home. All our stuff is going to storage and we're moving in with my parents. God bless those two. Amen. Heaven help us all. Amen.
Our move in date, at this time, is December 9th. It cannot come fast enough. For all of us. Including my parents.
Since my last post, we've been busy. Friday was Big's last day of Kindergarten here in the city. He cried on the way home. Bawl is actually a more accurate term. When he first got in the car, all he said was, "Well, I'm feeling sad." I told him it was ok to be sad. Then, as we were pulling through the carpool lane, we passed his teacher. I stopped and rolled down the window. She came over and gave him a hug. Then, I rolled up the window and started to drive away. That was a big mistake. One of Big's classmates was waiting on the sidewalk at the very end of the carpool lane. I didn't notice her (and there was a long line of cars behind us) so I kept on driving. Big wanted to roll his window down and say goodbye to her, but didn't get the chance. That's when the floodgates opened.
We got home, and he showed me all his papers from school. His teacher and classmates made him a sweet card. He had stopped crying by that point and telling him he could put together some new Legos at Grammy's house was a motivation to get him out the door. My mom graciously took the boys to her house and Hubby showed up around supper time. We spent the evening getting the house ready for movers. The next day was spent cleaning and taking down the swing set.
Saturday evening we headed up to my parents' and joined the crew. My brother, his wife and kids were already there. Sunday, my sister and her husband came, and we took family pictures. Afterward, we enjoyed our Thanksgiving dinner. On Thanksgiving day this year, we'll be with Hubby's family.
Sunday evening, Hubby and I came back to the city to spend our last night in the house, as our moving crew was here at 8:00 a.m. Monday. Yesterday, they spent the day packing. Hubby and I stayed at a hotel last night and today they're moving everything out.
I'm in a state of denial. I don't want to leave this state. I like this state. I'm afraid of what state I'll be in once I leave.
So, to cheer me up, I'll leave with a picture of the boys. I love these kids, and I know this move is best for them. That's where I have to keep my focus, or I'll lose it.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
A Sacred Moment
This is the boys' last night in this house. I just rocked Little to sleep for the very last time in his room. It was heart-wrenching and bittersweet. I wanted to savor every millisecond of it. It truly felt like a holy experience as I sat there thinking about how much I've grown up in that room.
Little's room has always been the nursery. It was Big's nursery when he was born and has been the baby in our family's room ever since.
I sat there wondering how many miles I've rocked in the glider in that room.
I wondered how many times I looked at that clock. We sure have a love-hate relationship, that clock and me.
I recalled my mom and my sister helping set up the room as the nursery when I was pregnant with Big.
I had flashbacks of hundreds of the middle of the night feedings. Sometimes Hubby would come with me and just sit on the floor as I fed and rocked one of the boys. He knew I needed the support and sometimes, that was our only time to have an actual conversation.
I thought about all the hours spent playing and having one-on-one time with each of the boys in that room.
I pondered how many thousands of pages of books have been read in there.
I remembered all the times I sat in that glider and cried because I was so tired, so overwhelmed, so worried, or so plagued with mommy-guilt I could barely breathe.
I pictured my swollen legs propped up on the footstool while rocking and trying to nurse my first newborn son. My thighs were the same size as my knees, which were the same size as my calves, which were the same size as my ankles. I was horrified looking down at the tree stumps that used to be my legs.
I thought about my MOPS friends and how I felt the touch of Heaven through those women. These early years of motherhood have been the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. No contest. Period. I can't even begin to count the number of times I have wanted to give up. MOPS saved me. And they saved my family.
I sat there and wanted to remember every nook and cranny of that room: the angle of the window in relation to the glider, the order and position of the baby farm animals on the wall around the crib, the books, the crib, the color of the Baby Bumblebee Yellow paint on the walls.
A house may just be sticks and stones, bricks and mortar, but my memories in this house are priceless and eternal. Although I've only lived in this house for seven and half years, as opposed to the 14 years I lived in my parents' current home, I feel as though this is the house in which I grew up. And that's for one simple reason: this is the house in which I became a mom.
Little's room has always been the nursery. It was Big's nursery when he was born and has been the baby in our family's room ever since.
I sat there wondering how many miles I've rocked in the glider in that room.
I wondered how many times I looked at that clock. We sure have a love-hate relationship, that clock and me.
I recalled my mom and my sister helping set up the room as the nursery when I was pregnant with Big.
I had flashbacks of hundreds of the middle of the night feedings. Sometimes Hubby would come with me and just sit on the floor as I fed and rocked one of the boys. He knew I needed the support and sometimes, that was our only time to have an actual conversation.
I thought about all the hours spent playing and having one-on-one time with each of the boys in that room.
I pondered how many thousands of pages of books have been read in there.
I remembered all the times I sat in that glider and cried because I was so tired, so overwhelmed, so worried, or so plagued with mommy-guilt I could barely breathe.
I pictured my swollen legs propped up on the footstool while rocking and trying to nurse my first newborn son. My thighs were the same size as my knees, which were the same size as my calves, which were the same size as my ankles. I was horrified looking down at the tree stumps that used to be my legs.
I thought about my MOPS friends and how I felt the touch of Heaven through those women. These early years of motherhood have been the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. No contest. Period. I can't even begin to count the number of times I have wanted to give up. MOPS saved me. And they saved my family.
I sat there and wanted to remember every nook and cranny of that room: the angle of the window in relation to the glider, the order and position of the baby farm animals on the wall around the crib, the books, the crib, the color of the Baby Bumblebee Yellow paint on the walls.
A house may just be sticks and stones, bricks and mortar, but my memories in this house are priceless and eternal. Although I've only lived in this house for seven and half years, as opposed to the 14 years I lived in my parents' current home, I feel as though this is the house in which I grew up. And that's for one simple reason: this is the house in which I became a mom.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Small Town Life, Already?!
I just got back from Big's elementary because I had to fill out a withdrawal form. His last day is Friday. I absolutely cannot wrap my brain around that.
Anywho, I just got off the phone with his new elementary to inquire about enrollment. And wouldn't you know, I knew the secretary. She knows my husband and his family and we even considered buying her aunt's home. She was the one who showed it to us about a month ago.
Small world? No, just small town life. Everybody knows everybody. I know I grew up there, but I'm going to have to get used to this again.
Anywho, I just got off the phone with his new elementary to inquire about enrollment. And wouldn't you know, I knew the secretary. She knows my husband and his family and we even considered buying her aunt's home. She was the one who showed it to us about a month ago.
Small world? No, just small town life. Everybody knows everybody. I know I grew up there, but I'm going to have to get used to this again.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
5 hrs 47 min and counting
Um....
Where to begin?
I've been up since 4:30 this morning. Big deal to you? No? Are you a morning person? Do you have a reason to wake up at that hour every morning? Maybe you have a job and have to get up at that time. Maybe you exercise before going to work every day. Maybe you spend the early morning hours in prayer or meditation. Perhaps you're The Pioneer Woman and your husband owns a ranch, so you have to wake up at that hour.
I, however, have none of those reasons to be awake at 4:30 a.m. My reason, ohhhh, my precious, precious reason, is a child. A child, who shall remain nameless. A child that I grew in my womb and birthed. Me! My child! Me, who does not do well with waking up. I would say, to a degree, I'm a morning person. As I've said before, I'm not a procrastinator, so once I'm awake, I'm ready to go and get things accomplished. It's the actual waking up part that causes me grief.
As a child, my mother would wake us up by singing to us. What is it about moms that make them do that to their children? She would sing things like, "Good morning, good morning, good morning! It's time to rise and shine!" or "This is the Day" or something crazy like that. One day, I finally had enough. I couldn't take the cheerful singing anymore and asked my mom to stop. Her comeback was, "Would you rather me yell at you to wake you up?" I told her I would actually rather her yell, and so she did. Yelling in the first minutes of morning fits my mood so much better than singing. So from then on, once mom started yelling at me up the stairs to wake up, I was a happy camper. Or, as happy as I can be when first waking. Also, from that moment on, I vowed to never sing at my children to wake them. So far, so good.
Anyway, back to this child of mine. He, who shall remain nameless, loves to wake up early in the morning. He always has. Especially during his first year of life he went to bed early and woke up early, but not 4:30 in the morning early. I didn't mind him waking up because it was usually after 6:00 a.m., which is a much easier time to awake in the morning. I also didn't mind because he went to bed so darn early. For that fact alone, my heart skipped a beat every time I thought of this kid. You see, his brother, who shall remain nameless, has always been a night owl. He has always struggled with going to bed at a decent hour. It takes that boy hours to finally fall asleep. So, I was thankful to have a child who fell asleep easily and early.
But then it happened. This child of mine, who had such a wonderful sleep schedule started waking up every morning between 5:00 and 5:30 a.m. Did I emphasize that this happened every day?!!! For months and months!!!!! Just think of it! On second thought, don't think of it, or you might start to cry. It didn't matter what time we put him to bed, he still woke up that early. It didn't matter if he had one nap or two during the day, he still woke up that early. So what's a good mother to do? Well, if Hubby was awake and working out in the basement, a good mother marches down to the basement with said child and hands him off while she goes back upstairs to catch some shut eye. If Hubby isn't working out in the basement, a good mother marches downstairs to the living room with said child, turns on the TV and tries to catch some shut eye while the boy gets brainwashed by the screen. Or something.
Then, the moon aligned with Mars and the earth's tilt on its axis was just so, that said child began sleeping past 6:00 a.m. For about two months. Woohoo! Dream come true!
But, as the moon tends to do, it was just a phase. Sigh.
I was dreading the time change this fall. Dreading it! But once again, Pluto decided not to be a planet, so Neptune aligned with Venus, while Saturn's rings shone brighter and the time change somehow helped?
So thankfully, this morning was just a fluke. I'm praying. Begging. Pleading.
Regardless, I have a plan. And boy-oy-oy-OY am I sticking to it. When said child is a teenager, I'm going to set my alarm from 5:00 a.m. and wake him up. Not just wake him up, I plan on singing him awake! Bwaa ha ha ha haaa! Seriously, it's the only thing that gets me through these early mornings.
Please don't call child services. I really do love my boy. The end.
Where to begin?
I've been up since 4:30 this morning. Big deal to you? No? Are you a morning person? Do you have a reason to wake up at that hour every morning? Maybe you have a job and have to get up at that time. Maybe you exercise before going to work every day. Maybe you spend the early morning hours in prayer or meditation. Perhaps you're The Pioneer Woman and your husband owns a ranch, so you have to wake up at that hour.
I, however, have none of those reasons to be awake at 4:30 a.m. My reason, ohhhh, my precious, precious reason, is a child. A child, who shall remain nameless. A child that I grew in my womb and birthed. Me! My child! Me, who does not do well with waking up. I would say, to a degree, I'm a morning person. As I've said before, I'm not a procrastinator, so once I'm awake, I'm ready to go and get things accomplished. It's the actual waking up part that causes me grief.
As a child, my mother would wake us up by singing to us. What is it about moms that make them do that to their children? She would sing things like, "Good morning, good morning, good morning! It's time to rise and shine!" or "This is the Day" or something crazy like that. One day, I finally had enough. I couldn't take the cheerful singing anymore and asked my mom to stop. Her comeback was, "Would you rather me yell at you to wake you up?" I told her I would actually rather her yell, and so she did. Yelling in the first minutes of morning fits my mood so much better than singing. So from then on, once mom started yelling at me up the stairs to wake up, I was a happy camper. Or, as happy as I can be when first waking. Also, from that moment on, I vowed to never sing at my children to wake them. So far, so good.
Anyway, back to this child of mine. He, who shall remain nameless, loves to wake up early in the morning. He always has. Especially during his first year of life he went to bed early and woke up early, but not 4:30 in the morning early. I didn't mind him waking up because it was usually after 6:00 a.m., which is a much easier time to awake in the morning. I also didn't mind because he went to bed so darn early. For that fact alone, my heart skipped a beat every time I thought of this kid. You see, his brother, who shall remain nameless, has always been a night owl. He has always struggled with going to bed at a decent hour. It takes that boy hours to finally fall asleep. So, I was thankful to have a child who fell asleep easily and early.
But then it happened. This child of mine, who had such a wonderful sleep schedule started waking up every morning between 5:00 and 5:30 a.m. Did I emphasize that this happened every day?!!! For months and months!!!!! Just think of it! On second thought, don't think of it, or you might start to cry. It didn't matter what time we put him to bed, he still woke up that early. It didn't matter if he had one nap or two during the day, he still woke up that early. So what's a good mother to do? Well, if Hubby was awake and working out in the basement, a good mother marches down to the basement with said child and hands him off while she goes back upstairs to catch some shut eye. If Hubby isn't working out in the basement, a good mother marches downstairs to the living room with said child, turns on the TV and tries to catch some shut eye while the boy gets brainwashed by the screen. Or something.
Then, the moon aligned with Mars and the earth's tilt on its axis was just so, that said child began sleeping past 6:00 a.m. For about two months. Woohoo! Dream come true!
But, as the moon tends to do, it was just a phase. Sigh.
I was dreading the time change this fall. Dreading it! But once again, Pluto decided not to be a planet, so Neptune aligned with Venus, while Saturn's rings shone brighter and the time change somehow helped?
So thankfully, this morning was just a fluke. I'm praying. Begging. Pleading.
Regardless, I have a plan. And boy-oy-oy-OY am I sticking to it. When said child is a teenager, I'm going to set my alarm from 5:00 a.m. and wake him up. Not just wake him up, I plan on singing him awake! Bwaa ha ha ha haaa! Seriously, it's the only thing that gets me through these early mornings.
Please don't call child services. I really do love my boy. The end.
Monday, November 18, 2013
More Waiting
I'm trying not to get frustrated. Really, I am. But I have to admit that I'm beginning to struggle. Our inspection was Tuesday and we have yet to hear from the guy buying our house. That means we can't move forward with the house we want to buy.
The people who live in the house we want to buy aren't going to move out until things are settled with us. Who can blame them? They aren't at fault at all. In fact, they've been nothing but accommodating. They've even offered to move furniture out of one of the bedrooms so we can start working on that room. The house is old, I think eighty some years, and a few of the rooms still have plaster walls. So, that's one of the first items on our to-do list.
The longer we have to wait on our buyer, the longer it will be before we can finalize on our new house, which in turn, means it will be even later in December before we move in. God's timing is funny, isn't it? I would have never chosen to move in December. Who wants to mess with the holidays? I also would have never chosen to move in the middle of the school year with a child in school. But I've found that God likes to try and freak me out with His timing. Like the time Hubby's mom got cancer when we were planning our wedding. Or the time I didn't get a teaching job until July. Or Big being born in January - I was a teacher at the time, so summer babies we my plan.
Oh and just to spice things up a bit, we're all feeling under the weather. Little's had a cough for weeks now and it just keeps getting worse and worse. We're going to the pediatrician in about 15 minutes. Big started a runny nose yesterday. He has asthma, so any time he gets a runny nose, asthma issues ensue. And I've been feeling a bit under the weather for a week now. Such is life. As my mom always says, "This too shall pass."
I really want to post pictures of our new house, but I can't bring myself to do so until things are finalized. So be on the lookout! Once you see a picture, you'll know things are finally moving. Pun intended!
Since I can't post a picture of our house, I'll leave you with one of the boys. What, you may ask, are they doing? I have no idea. Golly, I love these kids!
The people who live in the house we want to buy aren't going to move out until things are settled with us. Who can blame them? They aren't at fault at all. In fact, they've been nothing but accommodating. They've even offered to move furniture out of one of the bedrooms so we can start working on that room. The house is old, I think eighty some years, and a few of the rooms still have plaster walls. So, that's one of the first items on our to-do list.
The longer we have to wait on our buyer, the longer it will be before we can finalize on our new house, which in turn, means it will be even later in December before we move in. God's timing is funny, isn't it? I would have never chosen to move in December. Who wants to mess with the holidays? I also would have never chosen to move in the middle of the school year with a child in school. But I've found that God likes to try and freak me out with His timing. Like the time Hubby's mom got cancer when we were planning our wedding. Or the time I didn't get a teaching job until July. Or Big being born in January - I was a teacher at the time, so summer babies we my plan.
Oh and just to spice things up a bit, we're all feeling under the weather. Little's had a cough for weeks now and it just keeps getting worse and worse. We're going to the pediatrician in about 15 minutes. Big started a runny nose yesterday. He has asthma, so any time he gets a runny nose, asthma issues ensue. And I've been feeling a bit under the weather for a week now. Such is life. As my mom always says, "This too shall pass."
I really want to post pictures of our new house, but I can't bring myself to do so until things are finalized. So be on the lookout! Once you see a picture, you'll know things are finally moving. Pun intended!
Since I can't post a picture of our house, I'll leave you with one of the boys. What, you may ask, are they doing? I have no idea. Golly, I love these kids!
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Last Weekend
This is our last weekend in our house. I've realized that for some time now. But just awhile ago, it hit me, and I let it stink in. It is hard to imagine, honestly.
We'll try and take it in and savor it as much as possible. However, there is still much work to be done - like going to scope out paint colors and prioritize our list of what needs to be done at the new house before we move in. Oh yeah, and making decisions on flooring and getting that ordered! We're also still waiting to here what our buyer wants now that inspections are done. Man, it will be nice once this house is officially sold. I'm so grateful the process has gone as quickly as it has, though. We really have been blessed. In addition, we have to make a game plan for when the movers come to pack up all our stuff, and make sure we set aside all the items we don't want them taking.
Right now, the plan is for me and the boys to stay here this week. Also, hopefully this week, we'll close on both houses. The boys and I will head up north to our new stomping ground on Friday after Big gets out of school. Hubby will then join us at my parents's house (he's currently living with his parents). The week of Thanksgiving, the movers will come get all of our stuff and put it in storage while we work on our to-do list at the new place. We more than likely will have to live one more week with my parents as the to do list gets accomplished. And the movers are scheduled to bring our stuff to our new house the end of the first week in December.
Christmas decorating and shopping, Christmas letter writing and card mailing have to fit in somewhere. As well as getting Big all set and ready to go to his new school right after Thanksgiving. I'm getting overwhelmed just thinking of it all. But it will get done, and I know the Christmas things can wait. I'm just not a procrastinator. It just isn't in me. Ask Hubby. It drives him crazy!!!
But like I said, we'll cherish this last weekend in the city. We'll probably eat take-out for almost every meal - a luxury that we'll soon have to give up. And of course, we'll have Batman night tonight. It's our Saturday night tradition, and one that we all love.
We don't have cable, satellite, a dish, etc. We have the good old trusty bunny ears. And on one the antenna TV stations, every Saturday night from 6:00 to 7:00 they show the old Adam West Batman show. As you know, my life is little boys. And as you know, the life of little boys is super heroes. While watching Batman, we have a picnic in the living room. It has become a tradition that we all cherish. I hope we'll be ale to continue this once we move, but we will shall see what's on TV in the area.
For now, I'm off to Lowe's to look at paint colors!
We'll try and take it in and savor it as much as possible. However, there is still much work to be done - like going to scope out paint colors and prioritize our list of what needs to be done at the new house before we move in. Oh yeah, and making decisions on flooring and getting that ordered! We're also still waiting to here what our buyer wants now that inspections are done. Man, it will be nice once this house is officially sold. I'm so grateful the process has gone as quickly as it has, though. We really have been blessed. In addition, we have to make a game plan for when the movers come to pack up all our stuff, and make sure we set aside all the items we don't want them taking.
Right now, the plan is for me and the boys to stay here this week. Also, hopefully this week, we'll close on both houses. The boys and I will head up north to our new stomping ground on Friday after Big gets out of school. Hubby will then join us at my parents's house (he's currently living with his parents). The week of Thanksgiving, the movers will come get all of our stuff and put it in storage while we work on our to-do list at the new place. We more than likely will have to live one more week with my parents as the to do list gets accomplished. And the movers are scheduled to bring our stuff to our new house the end of the first week in December.
Christmas decorating and shopping, Christmas letter writing and card mailing have to fit in somewhere. As well as getting Big all set and ready to go to his new school right after Thanksgiving. I'm getting overwhelmed just thinking of it all. But it will get done, and I know the Christmas things can wait. I'm just not a procrastinator. It just isn't in me. Ask Hubby. It drives him crazy!!!
But like I said, we'll cherish this last weekend in the city. We'll probably eat take-out for almost every meal - a luxury that we'll soon have to give up. And of course, we'll have Batman night tonight. It's our Saturday night tradition, and one that we all love.
We don't have cable, satellite, a dish, etc. We have the good old trusty bunny ears. And on one the antenna TV stations, every Saturday night from 6:00 to 7:00 they show the old Adam West Batman show. As you know, my life is little boys. And as you know, the life of little boys is super heroes. While watching Batman, we have a picnic in the living room. It has become a tradition that we all cherish. I hope we'll be ale to continue this once we move, but we will shall see what's on TV in the area.
For now, I'm off to Lowe's to look at paint colors!
Friday, November 15, 2013
Plights of a Mother - Episode 1
One night, at dinner, as I notice Big making a strange face he says, "There's a piece of carrot stuck in my molar hole."
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While I'm using the restroom, which is right by our kitchen, Little walks into the kitchen. Since the kitchen is where I usually am, he immediately begins talking to me, assuming I'm there, without even looking. Once he realizes I'm not there, his immediate response is to yell like his life depended on it. Because, you know, Mommy just magically appears when I yell.
Case in point: "Mommy, can you......MuhOOOOOOOOOMMMMYYY!"
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Since my boys are resembling tornadoes more than children this morning, I seriously cannot remember if I ate breakfast. I'm feeling hungry, so I'm assuming not. Bring on the Dr. Pepper, a slice of cold pizza and a granola bar. Breakfast of Champions, baby.
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Big: "Mommy, can we play with the tape?"
Me: "Yes, please! Play with tape. I know that you'll use the entire roll. I know that I'll find it in all sorts of interesting and creative places once you're done. I know you'll put tape all over yourself and your brother. But if it will keep you occupied for longer than five minutes, PLEASE PLAY WITH THE TAAAAAPE!!!"
Ok, maybe that's what I said only in my head. My real answer was a simple, "Yes!"
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While I'm using the restroom, which is right by our kitchen, Little walks into the kitchen. Since the kitchen is where I usually am, he immediately begins talking to me, assuming I'm there, without even looking. Once he realizes I'm not there, his immediate response is to yell like his life depended on it. Because, you know, Mommy just magically appears when I yell.
Case in point: "Mommy, can you......MuhOOOOOOOOOMMMMYYY!"
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Since my boys are resembling tornadoes more than children this morning, I seriously cannot remember if I ate breakfast. I'm feeling hungry, so I'm assuming not. Bring on the Dr. Pepper, a slice of cold pizza and a granola bar. Breakfast of Champions, baby.
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Big: "Mommy, can we play with the tape?"
Me: "Yes, please! Play with tape. I know that you'll use the entire roll. I know that I'll find it in all sorts of interesting and creative places once you're done. I know you'll put tape all over yourself and your brother. But if it will keep you occupied for longer than five minutes, PLEASE PLAY WITH THE TAAAAAPE!!!"
Ok, maybe that's what I said only in my head. My real answer was a simple, "Yes!"
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Monday was Marvelous
My Monday was marvelously mediocre.
Just kidding, my day was better than mediocre, but I just love a good alliteration.
The boys and I ran some errands. The ease and short time span with which I am able to run errands while living in the city is something I'm really going to miss once we move. Need to go to the bank, post office and Target? No problem. We did all those things, and even picked up some Chick-fil-A for lunch within an hour time frame, which was marvelous. Once we move, it will take me an hour just to drive to Target or Chick-fil-A, which will make me a bit melancholy.
While Big was at school, Little and I took a nap, which was marvelous.
Then, I went out for Mexican with my MOPS steering team as a farewell celebration, which was marvelous, but man will my heart ache for those girls (and that Mexican restaurant) once I'm gone.
So far, Tuesday has been testing. Our inspection is today, and I need to get some things done around the house. My two boys are proving to make accomplishing my to-do list quite challenging. Little has already peed on the carpet in our master closet. Terrific.
So Tuesday leaves me thankful for T.V. God bless PBS. Amen.
Just kidding, my day was better than mediocre, but I just love a good alliteration.
The boys and I ran some errands. The ease and short time span with which I am able to run errands while living in the city is something I'm really going to miss once we move. Need to go to the bank, post office and Target? No problem. We did all those things, and even picked up some Chick-fil-A for lunch within an hour time frame, which was marvelous. Once we move, it will take me an hour just to drive to Target or Chick-fil-A, which will make me a bit melancholy.
While Big was at school, Little and I took a nap, which was marvelous.
Then, I went out for Mexican with my MOPS steering team as a farewell celebration, which was marvelous, but man will my heart ache for those girls (and that Mexican restaurant) once I'm gone.
So far, Tuesday has been testing. Our inspection is today, and I need to get some things done around the house. My two boys are proving to make accomplishing my to-do list quite challenging. Little has already peed on the carpet in our master closet. Terrific.
So Tuesday leaves me thankful for T.V. God bless PBS. Amen.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Supper was a little salty tonight.
During the last month, I guess you could say I've been on an emotional roller coaster. In fact, I can guarantee that you could say that. Today was one of those emotional days. The next phase in this move began. Hubby went to live with his parents while the boys and I hold the fort down back here. He starts his new job tomorrow and we'll be joining him in a couple of weeks. He left right before supper. I cried. Hence the name of this post.
I suppose it won't be all the different than when he would travel for his previous jobs. Except for the fact that Big is now in Kindergarten and is counting down the days until his last day there. He's a bit sad. And I have literally almost nothing on the schedule because we've said goodbye to almost everyone and have departed from all our involvements. And I'm going to be kicked out of the house with the boys so it can be inspected on Tuesday. And most of the boys' toys have been packed away. Oh, and Hubby is living with his parents. But I'm trying to pretend that this is just a normal business trip. I like normal and keeping things as normal as possible really helps me cope. I hope it works for the boys as well. Tomorrow Big and I are going to make a chain to count down the number of days until we move to be with Hubby.
Side note: Making a chain out of construction paper links is a great way to help kids understand the passing of time. This has helped Big a lot with counting down the days until holidays, trips, visitors, etc. And it keeps me sane because I don't have to constantly hear, "How many days until....?" because he can just count the number of links left on the chain. It not only keeps me sane and helps them understand the passing of time, but is a great way to practice various skills. They can practice counting, subtracting one, cutting, creating patterns out of the colors of paper used, and practice writing their numbers.
Thank you for indulging me. Sometimes the elementary teacher from my former life likes to come out and play. But I digress...
We went to Nebraska Furniture Mart yesterday to begin looking at some flooring. There is so much we want to do to our new house, but we're going to try to pace ourselves. Odds are, this will be our forever house, so we don't have to get it all done right away. Thanks to Pinterest, I felt somewhat prepared.
So what's next on the agenda? Tomorrow our "new" house is being inspected. Tuesday, our current house is being inspected. Hopefully, by sometime next week, we'll be closed on both. Amen that would be heavenly.
Hubby made a video of the boys giving a "tour" of our current home so that we can always remember it. It is about 45 minutes long. Not kidding. It is the cutest thing you've ever seen. I would post it on here, but really, it is too long. You can only imagine what sort of shenanigans goes on with a five and two year old little boy giving the tour.
Well, I'm off to start my Christmas lists. I know, I know. You don't have to tell me. But with the move and crazy schedule we've got coming up, I seriously need to start now. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
I suppose it won't be all the different than when he would travel for his previous jobs. Except for the fact that Big is now in Kindergarten and is counting down the days until his last day there. He's a bit sad. And I have literally almost nothing on the schedule because we've said goodbye to almost everyone and have departed from all our involvements. And I'm going to be kicked out of the house with the boys so it can be inspected on Tuesday. And most of the boys' toys have been packed away. Oh, and Hubby is living with his parents. But I'm trying to pretend that this is just a normal business trip. I like normal and keeping things as normal as possible really helps me cope. I hope it works for the boys as well. Tomorrow Big and I are going to make a chain to count down the number of days until we move to be with Hubby.
Side note: Making a chain out of construction paper links is a great way to help kids understand the passing of time. This has helped Big a lot with counting down the days until holidays, trips, visitors, etc. And it keeps me sane because I don't have to constantly hear, "How many days until....?" because he can just count the number of links left on the chain. It not only keeps me sane and helps them understand the passing of time, but is a great way to practice various skills. They can practice counting, subtracting one, cutting, creating patterns out of the colors of paper used, and practice writing their numbers.
Thank you for indulging me. Sometimes the elementary teacher from my former life likes to come out and play. But I digress...
We went to Nebraska Furniture Mart yesterday to begin looking at some flooring. There is so much we want to do to our new house, but we're going to try to pace ourselves. Odds are, this will be our forever house, so we don't have to get it all done right away. Thanks to Pinterest, I felt somewhat prepared.
So what's next on the agenda? Tomorrow our "new" house is being inspected. Tuesday, our current house is being inspected. Hopefully, by sometime next week, we'll be closed on both. Amen that would be heavenly.
Hubby made a video of the boys giving a "tour" of our current home so that we can always remember it. It is about 45 minutes long. Not kidding. It is the cutest thing you've ever seen. I would post it on here, but really, it is too long. You can only imagine what sort of shenanigans goes on with a five and two year old little boy giving the tour.
Well, I'm off to start my Christmas lists. I know, I know. You don't have to tell me. But with the move and crazy schedule we've got coming up, I seriously need to start now. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Unemployed
Yesterday was Hubby's last day at his current job. He is now unemployed until Monday, which means we have no health insurance until Monday. (Praise Jesus that medical coverage begins the first day of employment!!!) Which means, someone will inevitably get sick over the weekend.
He is at Big's elementary school right now doing the Watch D.O.G.S. (Dads Of Great Students) program. I'm sure they're having a ball. I'm at home with Little. He's napping - but since I'm trying to post I'm sure he'll wake up any minute now - and I've been cleaning. But, then I got distracted by Pinterest. I'm just so excited to have a new place to make into our home. There is a very good chance that this new house could be the one Hubby and I live in until we die. So, we better make it how we want it.
Thankfully, my sister has very good taste and I've already started emailing her my ideas. Boy, is she going to get sick of me! But, we're sisters and best friends, so she'll just have to deal with it.
In other news, our house will be inspected on Tuesday and the house we're planning on buying will be inspected next week, as well. Yea for progress!
Yesterday was the first day we didn't have any showings. I was so thankful. It is hard keeping the house ready to show people with two little male humans around. It has been nice to just let them be boys.
Well, I"m off to enjoy my last few moments of peace and quiet before Little wakes up. If you don't hear from me in a few days, I've probably been eaten alive by Pinterest.
He is at Big's elementary school right now doing the Watch D.O.G.S. (Dads Of Great Students) program. I'm sure they're having a ball. I'm at home with Little. He's napping - but since I'm trying to post I'm sure he'll wake up any minute now - and I've been cleaning. But, then I got distracted by Pinterest. I'm just so excited to have a new place to make into our home. There is a very good chance that this new house could be the one Hubby and I live in until we die. So, we better make it how we want it.
Thankfully, my sister has very good taste and I've already started emailing her my ideas. Boy, is she going to get sick of me! But, we're sisters and best friends, so she'll just have to deal with it.
In other news, our house will be inspected on Tuesday and the house we're planning on buying will be inspected next week, as well. Yea for progress!
Yesterday was the first day we didn't have any showings. I was so thankful. It is hard keeping the house ready to show people with two little male humans around. It has been nice to just let them be boys.
Well, I"m off to enjoy my last few moments of peace and quiet before Little wakes up. If you don't hear from me in a few days, I've probably been eaten alive by Pinterest.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Patient Progress
We were pleased with the appraisals and found a Realtor we like. The house went on the market on Halloween and we started showing the house on Friday. It was a rainy, dreary, crazy few days. We worked our tails off. Many thanks to our parents who helped out tremendously and thank you to our sisters for watching the boys.
Prepping for the first showing was the hardest. It was physical, mental and emotional. I didn't think I'd get it all done, and technically, I didn't. But, I did accomplish "good enough" and that is all for which I could hope. I started crying right before the showing. Our Big boy comforted me. He told me I shouldn't be sad because us moving would mean I'd get to live closer to my mom and dad. He was right. I told him I wasn't necessarily sad, just thankful and overwhelmed. This house truly became our home. It was the first home Hubby and I lived in together. It is where we brought each of the boys home from the hospital. There are so many incredible memories here.
But I seem to be over that emotional valley. We accepted an offer for the house on Monday! Isn't the just incredible? Now we just need to get the ball rolling to actually move out of this place.
It appears Hubby and I have decided on the house we want to purchase. So, there is progress, but still an overwhelming amount of unknowns. We need to get our house inspected and finalize negotiations. We need to get our "new" house inspected and finalize negotiations. We need to figure out when to close both houses and figure out the timing. We have a moving company moving us, which we have to schedule three weeks in advance, but we don't know when we want them here. Our buyer wants to close Dec. 5th - which we agreed to - so we know we have to have our stuff out by then. However, the house we want to buy needs some work done. Do we store our stuff for awhile and live with our parents which we work on the house? Oh, and to further complicate things, Hubby has to travel to Michigan for work for two weeks right before Christmas. Heaven help us.
And although I may not be in an emotional valley right now, surprisingly, (Note to self: Don't go back and read the above paragraph) our Big boy is in a bit of a valley. Last night he cried at bedtime about Hubby moving before us to start his new job. Then, he started crying about leaving his school. Breaks this Momma's heart.
We can do this. I know we can. One day at a time. One day at a time.
Prepping for the first showing was the hardest. It was physical, mental and emotional. I didn't think I'd get it all done, and technically, I didn't. But, I did accomplish "good enough" and that is all for which I could hope. I started crying right before the showing. Our Big boy comforted me. He told me I shouldn't be sad because us moving would mean I'd get to live closer to my mom and dad. He was right. I told him I wasn't necessarily sad, just thankful and overwhelmed. This house truly became our home. It was the first home Hubby and I lived in together. It is where we brought each of the boys home from the hospital. There are so many incredible memories here.
But I seem to be over that emotional valley. We accepted an offer for the house on Monday! Isn't the just incredible? Now we just need to get the ball rolling to actually move out of this place.
It appears Hubby and I have decided on the house we want to purchase. So, there is progress, but still an overwhelming amount of unknowns. We need to get our house inspected and finalize negotiations. We need to get our "new" house inspected and finalize negotiations. We need to figure out when to close both houses and figure out the timing. We have a moving company moving us, which we have to schedule three weeks in advance, but we don't know when we want them here. Our buyer wants to close Dec. 5th - which we agreed to - so we know we have to have our stuff out by then. However, the house we want to buy needs some work done. Do we store our stuff for awhile and live with our parents which we work on the house? Oh, and to further complicate things, Hubby has to travel to Michigan for work for two weeks right before Christmas. Heaven help us.
And although I may not be in an emotional valley right now, surprisingly, (Note to self: Don't go back and read the above paragraph) our Big boy is in a bit of a valley. Last night he cried at bedtime about Hubby moving before us to start his new job. Then, he started crying about leaving his school. Breaks this Momma's heart.
We can do this. I know we can. One day at a time. One day at a time.
Hurry up and wait!
That's pretty much our mantra around here. Hubby got the job two weeks ago now and I don't feel like I know any more information about our move now than I did two weeks ago. Currently, his start date is November 11th. Originally, it was November 4th. Thankfully, they are relocating us. Thankfully, they are hiring movers to come pack our house and move it for us. However, several things needed to happen before we could know exactly what our relocation package is. And although all those things are done, we're still waiting. Hubby and I didn't exactly think they could expect him to start working there so soon without providing us any information about relocating our family.
We did receive some information yesterday, but tomorrow at 1:30 is when we should (hopefully) get all our questions answered. And although we can't put our current house on the market (yet) and we don't know if we're going to rent or buy a new home, we're trying to get as much done in preparation for the move as possible. In fact, the whole family is involved....see??
Big brother made this last night as I was making dinner. He was sitting at the table and kept asking me how to spell words.
In case you can't tell, he wrote are house is for sale. The color (and then he colored a brown blob) and then House #16611
He read it to me and said, "When we're driving to our new house, I'm going to hold this out of the window of our car." Gosh I love that kid.
See, each member of the family is doing his part to make this move happen.
Friday, our house is being appraised. We still need another appraisal and then hopefully we can get this thing on the market.
Post Script: I wrote this over a week ago now. We got so busy getting everything ready to put the house on the market that I literally didn't have any time to finish this post and publish it.
We did receive some information yesterday, but tomorrow at 1:30 is when we should (hopefully) get all our questions answered. And although we can't put our current house on the market (yet) and we don't know if we're going to rent or buy a new home, we're trying to get as much done in preparation for the move as possible. In fact, the whole family is involved....see??
Big brother made this last night as I was making dinner. He was sitting at the table and kept asking me how to spell words.
In case you can't tell, he wrote are house is for sale. The color (and then he colored a brown blob) and then House #16611
He read it to me and said, "When we're driving to our new house, I'm going to hold this out of the window of our car." Gosh I love that kid.
See, each member of the family is doing his part to make this move happen.
Friday, our house is being appraised. We still need another appraisal and then hopefully we can get this thing on the market.
Post Script: I wrote this over a week ago now. We got so busy getting everything ready to put the house on the market that I literally didn't have any time to finish this post and publish it.
Monday, October 21, 2013
So, How Did This Happen?
Well, we have to back waaaaayyyy up for this one. There's a bit of background needed here. It actually started way back in high school.
Oh dear, that probably just made you stop reading. I'll try to make this long story short. Just hang in there with me.
As I was saying, it all started way back in high school. When it was time to think about where to go to college, I knew I didn't want to go to the nearest college, that most of my classmates were going to. It was the college almost everyone who graduated from my high school went to. Call me a rebel, but I didn't want to go there. So, I decided on a college a bit farther away, in the big city. But, the college was very small, so I wasn't completely out of my comfort zone. Although, I was horribly, horribly homesick. I remember crying on the phone to my mom one night and she asked if I wanted to transfer back to the college close to home. My answer was "no." I didn't care how homesick I was, I was not going to go back home.
I eventually got over my homesickness and ended up living in various parts of the city until now. After Hubby and I got married, we never had a desire to move back home. I never had an inkling of the feeling until we got pregnant with our first baby. One Sunday we were driving back to the city after a weekend "home" to see our families. I remember telling Hubby it would be nice to be closer to our parents once we had kids. But the conversation never went farther than that.
Fast-forward to this January. Hubby was contacted by a company close to "home" and we started the discussion of whether or not we would ever really want to move back. I remember during that entire process of interviewing, I was sick to my stomach. I couldn't imagine moving back home. But then, the more we thought about it, we realized it wouldn't be that bad. Right?!? But secretly, I was relieved when he didn't get the job and we could stay put. I love Sonic and Target and I wasn't quite ready to say good-bye. Neither were they.
So, we happily moved on with our lives. We enjoyed getting to know our life group from church, I continued coordinating our MOPS group, Big started Kindergarten, Hubby started serving as Deacon at church, as well as leading a Big's group at church on Wednesday nights, etc. In other words, we were involved! And then one September afternoon, I got an email from Hubby telling me another company from "home" contacted him. My reply was, "Aye, aye, aye. Here we go again!" But this time, something was different. I was peaceful. And so was Hubby.
He began the process of interviewing again and we again started the discussion of possibly moving. But this time, we felt an overwhelming sense of peace. I truly felt God's hand over this. I knew that He was in control and had it all figured out.
We didn't tell anyone. Personally, I didn't think everyone else would have the same peaceful feeling we did. I didn't want to cause disruption in other people's lives if nothing came of it. Also, we didn't want our families thinking we were actively looking to move back.
When Hubby went up for the on-site interview, as luck would have it, the first person he saw was a cousin of mine. So, we had to tell our parents. We didn't want them hearing it from anyone else but us.
For the next week and a half we waited and waited. But notice I didn't say we anxiously waited. Again, more peace. I kind of had a feeling Hubby would get the job, but that's a story for another time. My prayer was simple. If God wanted him to have the job, it would have to be an offer we couldn't refuse. And God delivered.
So, there's no turning back now. I would like to say things have continued to be smooth sailing, but that isn't 100% true. Hubby getting the job has been the simple part of the story so far. But I'll fill you in on the rest later...
Oh dear, that probably just made you stop reading. I'll try to make this long story short. Just hang in there with me.
As I was saying, it all started way back in high school. When it was time to think about where to go to college, I knew I didn't want to go to the nearest college, that most of my classmates were going to. It was the college almost everyone who graduated from my high school went to. Call me a rebel, but I didn't want to go there. So, I decided on a college a bit farther away, in the big city. But, the college was very small, so I wasn't completely out of my comfort zone. Although, I was horribly, horribly homesick. I remember crying on the phone to my mom one night and she asked if I wanted to transfer back to the college close to home. My answer was "no." I didn't care how homesick I was, I was not going to go back home.
I eventually got over my homesickness and ended up living in various parts of the city until now. After Hubby and I got married, we never had a desire to move back home. I never had an inkling of the feeling until we got pregnant with our first baby. One Sunday we were driving back to the city after a weekend "home" to see our families. I remember telling Hubby it would be nice to be closer to our parents once we had kids. But the conversation never went farther than that.
Fast-forward to this January. Hubby was contacted by a company close to "home" and we started the discussion of whether or not we would ever really want to move back. I remember during that entire process of interviewing, I was sick to my stomach. I couldn't imagine moving back home. But then, the more we thought about it, we realized it wouldn't be that bad. Right?!? But secretly, I was relieved when he didn't get the job and we could stay put. I love Sonic and Target and I wasn't quite ready to say good-bye. Neither were they.
So, we happily moved on with our lives. We enjoyed getting to know our life group from church, I continued coordinating our MOPS group, Big started Kindergarten, Hubby started serving as Deacon at church, as well as leading a Big's group at church on Wednesday nights, etc. In other words, we were involved! And then one September afternoon, I got an email from Hubby telling me another company from "home" contacted him. My reply was, "Aye, aye, aye. Here we go again!" But this time, something was different. I was peaceful. And so was Hubby.
He began the process of interviewing again and we again started the discussion of possibly moving. But this time, we felt an overwhelming sense of peace. I truly felt God's hand over this. I knew that He was in control and had it all figured out.
We didn't tell anyone. Personally, I didn't think everyone else would have the same peaceful feeling we did. I didn't want to cause disruption in other people's lives if nothing came of it. Also, we didn't want our families thinking we were actively looking to move back.
When Hubby went up for the on-site interview, as luck would have it, the first person he saw was a cousin of mine. So, we had to tell our parents. We didn't want them hearing it from anyone else but us.
For the next week and a half we waited and waited. But notice I didn't say we anxiously waited. Again, more peace. I kind of had a feeling Hubby would get the job, but that's a story for another time. My prayer was simple. If God wanted him to have the job, it would have to be an offer we couldn't refuse. And God delivered.
So, there's no turning back now. I would like to say things have continued to be smooth sailing, but that isn't 100% true. Hubby getting the job has been the simple part of the story so far. But I'll fill you in on the rest later...
It's Me Again
I know I "quit" this blog three years ago, but God is at work in our lives and I need a place to write it down. I want my boys to be able to go back and read about this time in the life of our family. And, I want any of our friends that would like to, to keep track of us during this journey.
Please don't stop being my friends. I need you.
So what's God been up to? Well, we're moving. Technically, we're moving "home" - back to where my husband and I grew up. Although, this move feels nothing like moving home. Honestly, where we live now feels like home. Where we're moving to might as well be a foreign country.
See, we're moving back to rural America after living in the city for about 12 years. And frankly, I'v grown accustomed to city life. There are some aspects that I won't miss. For example, there are people. People everywhere, all the time. Also, all the people feel the need to constantly be doing something. Going somewhere, being involved in some way. I'm a homebody and I always have been. And, I like my privacy. Chances, are, I always will be that way. At least in those ways, I'm excited about moving back to the middle of nowhere.
However, there are some things about city life that I'll miss.
Like Sonic.
And Target.
And our public libraries, doctors galore, being five minutes from anywhere. But what I'll absolutely miss the most is our church and our friends.
Where we're moving to I don't really know anyone, regardless of the fact that's where I grew up. Even the people I used to know extremely well, I don't know hardly at all now.
So, you might say, I'm a bit apprehensive about the move. But at the same time, there is complete peace. I know without a doubt this is God's doing. I know this is a move He wants us to make. So, I'll follow in obedience with faith. Faith that this is what's best for our family and faith that He'll provide a place to live (more on that later).
To be continued is the understatement of the century...
Please don't stop being my friends. I need you.
So what's God been up to? Well, we're moving. Technically, we're moving "home" - back to where my husband and I grew up. Although, this move feels nothing like moving home. Honestly, where we live now feels like home. Where we're moving to might as well be a foreign country.
See, we're moving back to rural America after living in the city for about 12 years. And frankly, I'v grown accustomed to city life. There are some aspects that I won't miss. For example, there are people. People everywhere, all the time. Also, all the people feel the need to constantly be doing something. Going somewhere, being involved in some way. I'm a homebody and I always have been. And, I like my privacy. Chances, are, I always will be that way. At least in those ways, I'm excited about moving back to the middle of nowhere.
However, there are some things about city life that I'll miss.
Like Sonic.
And Target.
And our public libraries, doctors galore, being five minutes from anywhere. But what I'll absolutely miss the most is our church and our friends.
Where we're moving to I don't really know anyone, regardless of the fact that's where I grew up. Even the people I used to know extremely well, I don't know hardly at all now.
So, you might say, I'm a bit apprehensive about the move. But at the same time, there is complete peace. I know without a doubt this is God's doing. I know this is a move He wants us to make. So, I'll follow in obedience with faith. Faith that this is what's best for our family and faith that He'll provide a place to live (more on that later).
To be continued is the understatement of the century...
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