Snowly crap

I haven’t blogged in over a month – ridiculous.  But there is so much going on, I’m not sure where to start.  One:  we are moving.  To the ‘burbs.  Near a swim club and a playground and a good school and the woods and a creek.  I’m kind of freaking out about it, and not only because we still haven’t sold our house and might have to pay two mortgages until we’re living in a cardboard box.  But it just seems like such a huge CHANGE.  Moving from our place in the city that’s 10 minutes from everything, where all our neighbors are liberal and diverse and a lot like us, to a different state (OK, it’s 20 minutes away from where we are now, but still) where I really have no idea what our neighbors are like.  I think it’ll be great for my kids, so I’m doing it.  Which means I’ll probably be at this job a little longer than expected, and that also freaks me out.  I thought when we made the move to the ‘burbs I’d give up the working thing for a while.  I totally had visions of me wearing sporty casual clothes, clipping coupons, doing artsy educational projects with my kids, and destroying my blackberry in some extremely violent way (I think I had settled on driving over it).  But now I’m just going to have an even longer commute to the same job.  Now that I put that in writing, um, wtf.

And two:  snowmageddon.  Perhaps you heard a thing or two about it on the news?  There were two actual back-to-back blizzards in DC in the past 10 days.  I was housebound with my family for a solid week.  Which was extremely fun for the first, oh, three days, and then after that, we all were a little bored.  And I was REALLY sick of the freaking Wiggles, particularly the yellow shirt guy.  My son has some pretty sophisticated musical tastes — he loves Jack Johnson and Pearl Jam and that “Fallin'” song that is in the car commercials, you know? — but for whatever reason, he loves him some Wiggles.  They’re harmless, but I can only take so many songs about kangaroos and dressing robes.

Being housebound with two toddlers and a work-from-home husband while you’re trying to get any sort of billable work done is not a lot of fun.   As the kids were giving me my 14th pretend haircut of the week, my son was trying to let my hair down and said to me, “Mommy, are you going to pull your hair out now?”  Oh, honey, you have no idea.  But we really did make the most of our time together.  My son got to go sledding down an insanely high hill with his pops, we made an awesome (smaller) sledding course in a neighbor’s backyard, played with the neighbor kids, drank lots of hot chocolate, the whole deal.  I was so sad to kiss the kids good-bye this morning.  Even more than normal.

So today our realtors are taking pictures of our house to sell it.  It’s the only house my kids have ever known, the house my husband and I poured our hearts (and bank accounts) into renovating, the house where I learned to be a mom.  I know that moving is the right thing to do, but I’m really going to miss that house.

But I think my new WALK IN CLOSET will ease the pain.

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