I guess I am a failed blogger. But that's what happens when your husband tells you we might be moving an hour away to take a chance on a better opportunity. You get preoccupied. It's a calculated risk he tells me. I had lived in boxes with a 2 month old for awhile anticipating change and I was ready for change, but this still took me putting my faith in someone else. I'm typically a control freak, but it might be my time to take a back seat. So I quit my job and moved to hickory, nc where I am a cool mom who takes care of a mini person for 24 hours a day. It doesn't stop people. No breaks in this job. Well, there are naps & that glorious moment when dad comes home.
It's not that I was willing to hand my daughter over to strangers along with half my paycheck, but I wasn't always sure we could afford a significant drop in income. I knew what was best for our family, but sometimes that means leaving friends and a sense of comfort which can be a little sad and worrisome. I'm honestly used to a lot of people coming in and out of my life. Awhile back I decided I need to make the best of every greeting and conversation because you want to end on good terms, fulfilled by the knowledge that there was a reason we met and we both learned something and left each other a little better.
and comfort is relative I guess. I just need my cute husband and baby. We are living really comfortably in a temporary home on the market. We'll have to share pictures eventually. It's a little weird not knowing how long we will be here but the arrangement has worked out nicely. Who knows, if things go well here we might be in the market for a home that would keep us in NC a little longer. Of course it'll have to be a fixer upper thanks to student loans but I have a talented Mr fixer upper husband and maybe I could learn a few things or two.
But enough of that talk, it's definitely for another day. We are all settled minus a few boxes and screws. I am so grateful for the Winston-salem ward who helped us move. I so wish I took a picture of the back of our 16ft truck. Moving is not blissful. I'd like to just have things appear next time. I'm just grateful my washer still works due to the lack of shipping screws. Apparently you need them for front loaders or you can shove the drum with blankets...
So now I'm in FL and Mr Smith is preparing for his first week at work. We thought we would let him get a few nights of good rest. So sweet of us!
And I will end with a story starring Alexis.
We went to the grocery store, Aldi, curious if it was any different from what we have been used to plus we needed food although it was a little ways away. Our first time haphazardly deciding we don't need the diaper bag. Quick trip. One that ended with Alexis in Aldi with nothing on but a size 3 diaper.
It was the smallest they had in the store. She had pooped everywhere. It was on her hands and her toes. Car seat & burp cloth. We had no outfits or blankets of course. Only the wipes & diapers Eric bought in the store. Eric also managed to hit his head on the trunk and had blood dripping down his forehead. We blamed each other.
Awesome trip to the grocery store.
.jpg)
It's not that I was willing to hand my daughter over to strangers along with half my paycheck, but I wasn't always sure we could afford a significant drop in income. I knew what was best for our family, but sometimes that means leaving friends and a sense of comfort which can be a little sad and worrisome. I'm honestly used to a lot of people coming in and out of my life. Awhile back I decided I need to make the best of every greeting and conversation because you want to end on good terms, fulfilled by the knowledge that there was a reason we met and we both learned something and left each other a little better.
and comfort is relative I guess. I just need my cute husband and baby. We are living really comfortably in a temporary home on the market. We'll have to share pictures eventually. It's a little weird not knowing how long we will be here but the arrangement has worked out nicely. Who knows, if things go well here we might be in the market for a home that would keep us in NC a little longer. Of course it'll have to be a fixer upper thanks to student loans but I have a talented Mr fixer upper husband and maybe I could learn a few things or two.
But enough of that talk, it's definitely for another day. We are all settled minus a few boxes and screws. I am so grateful for the Winston-salem ward who helped us move. I so wish I took a picture of the back of our 16ft truck. Moving is not blissful. I'd like to just have things appear next time. I'm just grateful my washer still works due to the lack of shipping screws. Apparently you need them for front loaders or you can shove the drum with blankets...
So now I'm in FL and Mr Smith is preparing for his first week at work. We thought we would let him get a few nights of good rest. So sweet of us!
And I will end with a story starring Alexis.
We went to the grocery store, Aldi, curious if it was any different from what we have been used to plus we needed food although it was a little ways away. Our first time haphazardly deciding we don't need the diaper bag. Quick trip. One that ended with Alexis in Aldi with nothing on but a size 3 diaper.
It was the smallest they had in the store. She had pooped everywhere. It was on her hands and her toes. Car seat & burp cloth. We had no outfits or blankets of course. Only the wipes & diapers Eric bought in the store. Eric also managed to hit his head on the trunk and had blood dripping down his forehead. We blamed each other.
Awesome trip to the grocery store.
.jpg)
I had a similar moment at the DMV the other week, except I can't say my reaction was as patient as yours... I ended up with scraped knees and hands, a very bad mood and I didn't even end up getting my Texas license! Waisted trip, I always hesitate to go anywhere these days, what am I going to do with two kids?!
ReplyDelete