Moving Day

Duuuudes, shit has just now slowed down so I can do a little update on some things I haven't even had time to tell my mother about, which says a lot because they get all the big updates but lately they've gotten the cliff's notes version because this PCS has been one thing after another; whether it be a change in flights, a report date change, or a where-the-hell-is-my-kids'-passport change. But we've survived - thank you baby Jesus.

When the movers came it was just me - ridin' solo. I even sang said song to the hubby when he phoned the day of the move to ask how things were. I was all, "s'all good boo, slightly hectic but that's what happens when 'I'm ridin' solo...I'm ridin' solo...I'm ridin' solo..." He promptly shut my performance down so I continued to answer his question like a normal human being and we both acted like I'm not the dork I am. I digress.

The kids were fucking troopers during the entire move process. Like seriously, they each need a reward - trip to Spain it is. No...for real...it's happening as soon as they get over here this summer.

Besides them invading my bed both nights (granted, their beds where already broken down and wrapped) they did amazingly well. The cats also found new spots to sleep - and as usual Jersey slept in the most awkward position imaginable.

I found Owen one morning pulling a 'Jersey'...he's gonna hate me in ten years for posting this. Mommy looooooves you baby!

Ana was a bit disgusted when she did a walk-around of the house and noticed that all boys' stuff was labeled 'Ethan's Lamp' or 'Owen's desk' but her stuff was labeled 'girl clothes.' "Wow, so I guess I don't have a name, I'm just girl" she huffed. Twas enertaining. I explained to her that since she was the only girl they could simply put 'girl' but with the fellas they needed to specify whose was whose so that the guys didn't end up with each other stuff. Despite my explanation she wasn't buyin' what I was sellin.'

Speaking of selling (you like that segue, huh?) my crew hit up an ice cream truck for the first time ever, and leave it to their photographer of a mother to catch it on film from the living room window....well, iPhone, because my Nikon was in the car.

They even surprised me by getting me one too - did I even mention that they're super thoughtful? A handful, but thoughtful ;) Beyond that it was up to them to do little things to keep themselves entertained for the three days the movers were at the house to include 'sledding' down the hill on their boggy boards, wrapping each other up in wrapping paper, taking the cats for a walk (don't judge), and loads of other shenanigans that you'd expect from three kids.

All in all we survived moving day. And we survived sleeping on blow up mattresses after moving day. And I survived after almost dying from a lack of oxygen after attempting to blow-up said blow up mattress by mouth. It's a long story. I was tired. And didn't want to go to the store for a pump. And I tend to lack common sense at times. But let me tell ya, about 10 big ole breaths/blows into it and feeling really fucking light-headed I realized it was a bad idea. But that's a post for another time. 

Nighty night homies,

Lor