What can I say about reality and coming back to it? Hmmm....There are a few choice phrases I'm thinking of, but I'll just say: Ugghh.
Sure, we were all tired and somewhat grimy by the end of the trip, but aside from a few sleep issues and the general grouchiness that comes along with heavy traveling, things were peachy. It was peaceful not to have to deal with the everyday mundane and just look out the window and watch the world go by. It was fun to eat at different/weird restaurants and explore life close the interstate. It felt like old times, traveling with my Dad, but now with my own family in tow.
The trip ended all too abruptly with the departure of my father. I white-knuckled it to the airport in an unfamiliar city and pleaded several times with my boys to keep silent or I might crash (horrible, yes-but at the time, it did seem absolutely necessary and not all that inaccurate). I cried as I said goodbye and tried to dry my tears for the next hour or so in order to navigate the directions to our new home.
As the next seven days went by in a furious blur of activity, each and every task appeared to move painfully slow to us. Unpacking was difficult with two boys running around and made even more onerous due to the diminished square footage that our rental provided us in comparison with our previous abode. Many items went into a storage facility and I never knew how much I would dearly miss all of my kitchen cabinets. If I could write them a thank you note expressing my unwavering love, I probably would.
Overwhelming. There has just been so much to do. First and foremost was unpacking, then endless amounts of paperwork from the rental company, initiating accounts with public utilities, selling our house (yay!), finding a notary, registering Boy O for school, getting pool passes, library card, cancelling utilities and home insurance, rental insurance, choosing new health insurance and I still haven't managed to tackle car insurance, getting new driver's licenses, car inspections, etc... So much for my giant folder.
Things feel like they are getting back on track-Daddy O started his new job, Boy O started Kindergarten (more on that later), I joined a local Mom's group, and Baby O is enjoying more one on one time with me during the day. But sometimes I find myself focusing on silly things like why the light switches are on the outside of the bathrooms, why ceiling fans were not designed for short people, why our rental agency doesn't care that our house is infested by ants and why this part of the country seems to have an excess of feeder roads and super targets...I guess it's all just new. I'll be honest-besides our friends that we left behind, the thing I miss most is how comfortable we were in our house and community. I haven't quite found my groove yet and I keep reminding myself that it has only been two weeks and it will take at least a few more to get my mojo back. The kids on the other hand continue to demonstrate their plasticity and seem to have transitioned much more smoothly than Mommy and Daddy O. Get them on their regular bedtime, a couple of familiar toys and they are good to go.
We have been soaking up the endless sunshine and spend most mornings at the neighborhood pool. One unfortunate side effect of the dry weather has been the onset of ants and they all decided to take over a couple of rooms late last week. I would like to add that I am not one to balk at the sight of a few ants in the bathroom, but when they take over a closet, crib, queen size bed and all the additional bedding, I hit my breaking point. As the exterminator explained that the ant activity might not subside for a few more days even after his toxic remedy, we decided to hit the road and stay at the beach for a couple of days while things died down. I can't think of a better place to be.
Note to self: write thank you note to the ants for wonderful weekend at Mustang Island filled with swimming, sandcastles, tourist traps and fresh salty air.
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