Bombshell!
Monday, June 14, 2010
It's Monday morning after the busiest weekend I have had in my entire adult life. We had 5 gigs in 4 days and both fell asleep on the couch watching Shutter Island last night. (How do you fall asleep during Shutter Island?)
I wake up this morning, realizing school is out and my 7 year old is sleeping on the floor beside my bed, and decide it's not time to get up yet. When I finally crawl out of bed and look for my phone, it's no where in sight. My husband took the wrong vehicle to work, taking my phone with him! I wake up the kids, get us all dressed and medicated (thyroid, adhd, anxiety, pick one!), and out the door we go to get my phone from Daddy's work. I'm driving down the road and I see my husband in his work truck stopped at a gas station. Thankfully, he has my phone with him. THEN, he dropped the bomb on me.
We're moving! His mother is moving out of state in a couple months and, rather than trying to sell her house, we are going to rent it, indefinately. We moved into THIS house in September of 2009. I LOVE it. I have painted the walls in the living and dining rooms. I have organized and rearranged to make it exactly the space I want. I have just spent an entire week working on just my bedroom and the kitchen. Now he tells me we are going to uproot and move (for the 11th time since we met) to a house that is MUCH smaller.
There are really great things about this situation. It will be cheaper; we will be able to quit a weekly gig that we really don't want anymore anyway; we will be closer to my mother's house; well, you get the idea. I guess I am just a little shocked. We planned on staying in this house for years. We even thought about asking to purchase it from the landlord. It's just hard to change course with so little warning.
Man, I go one morning without my phone and my whole world gets turned upside down!
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