Monday, July 19, 2010

The Home Stretch...

We are almost there. We've been sorting, packing and purging for a week and a half now. The kids have been watching too much TV. They have all the infomercials memorized. I am bombarded with requests for things like: Pillow Pets, Fushigi Balls and Aqua Sand all while I am secretly putting their unused toys in the Good Will pile. We move on Saturday.




I guess I need to answer a few questions and tell a little of the story of why we are moving. The shortest way to say it: Our landlord lost our home in foreclosure and the new owner is paying us to move sooner than legally required so he can get the house back on the market. We found a great apartment just a few towns over. Some things will stay the same: church, the number of bedrooms we have and all of our stuff. A lot of things will change: new school, two bathrooms, no yard, a POOL!

We had a yard sale last Saturday. I've never had a yard sale and I'd say it was emotionally scarring except we made enough money to buy a new dining set so I am pretty happy. My brother and sister-in-law took the big kids so Will and I could work the yard sale. Every so often I had to take Adell inside for a nurse or nap. When inside I could feel my psyche relax. It was weird to be out in my front yard with strangers wandering around all of my stuff. Stuff I had put a value on and they were trying to devalue for a better deal. It was even weirder to have people drive by slowly, looking over our stuff but not stopping. It was like they were saying: "How pathetic. Not even worth the energy to get out." It made me feel too vulnerable.



At one point the Mexican Shriner's showed up to cruise our sale. Seriously, three miniature pick-up trucks did a figure-eight in formation into street parking. Then six couples piled out of the trucks and blitzed around our yard. In Spanish, they shouted and laughed at each other (and in my head, at me and my stuff) piled back into their trucks and did another figure-eight in formation down the street. It was crazy.

Really, the yard sale was a good thing. We got rid of so much stuff and now we can get a new dining set--because we sold the old one.

Three more days. Three more days and we are done with the "moving" part of moving. I cannot wait.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Take Pity on Me...

We are indeed moving.

In a little less than two weeks.

Heaven help me.


Thursday, July 8, 2010

Jail Break, Bad Dreams and a Cute Baby...


Wyatt: Hey Momma. I thought of a way you could get out of jail before you were ever put in jail.
Me: How about never breaking the law?
Wyatt: (Laughs) No. Just have one of your friends say "May we have a word with the window open?" then he has some rope in his pocket and when the police close the door you and your friend just climb out the window!
Me: Genius.

Lorien: (Crying) I had a bad dream!
Daddy: Oh, I'm sorry.
Lorien: Is there away to travel to another world and get stuck there for a year before you can travel back?
Daddy: No, time travel hasn't been invented yet.
Lorien: Thanks for telling me that.

Last night I had a dream we moved to New York City. We moved into an apartment with some old friends of ours who (in the dream) had five daughters--the youngest was named: Fadelle...

Here is that cute baby I promised in the title:


Monday, July 5, 2010

Sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-summer Time...

Our school district rearranged the school calender this year--so our summer has been cut. short. I am a little ticked about it but what can I do?

Nothing.

Nothing but pack a ton of stuff into nine short weeks of summer.

The park, the library and a big outing once a week--that's my plan.

The Beach: CHECK


A day down in Monterey: CHECK

Discovering the joys of our backyard: CHECK


Discovering the joys of air conditioning and our toys: CHECK

So far, we've managed to accomplish lots of fun things on our list...which is really great because there is a good chance we are going to have to move this summer. So, we'll probably have to put aside day trips and library books for finding a new place, sorting crap and boxing up our life.

Bummer...