I'm Moving To A Thatched Hut In Brazil...Really
Seriously, I'm going to do it this time. I'm packing up all my shit and taking off for the hills. What to take with me...hmm...clothes (few, definately no bras), toothbrush & toothpaste, emergency supply of chocolate and coke (the good coke with all the sugar), vibrator with some decent lube, pics of kids...damn...maybe the kids could come too and we'd just live on the beach and sell straw baskets. Alright. I'm stuck here in the armpit of America afterall. I think I should have increased my elavil dose today...Jack is driving me FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! Lots of whining, crying, general obstinance, cranky AND pissy (there's a difference), and I'm just up to my neck with him. I remember Sahara at 3...this too shall pass. Other than the bizarre sock problem (she won't wear socks if she can feel the seams), Sahara has really become quite a pleasant girl. I thought I was going to have to sell her to gypsies for a few years. I think I'm in the "happy phase" of her life and should enjoy it. Before you know it she'll be 10! (right, Cher?) Anyway. The weather sucks and we can't be outside enough. Last week it was nice enough one day and I made them go on a Battan Death March walk. "Can't we go home, Mommy?" "NO! We've only been out here three hours!" I have to dye 6 dozen eggs by next Wed. Somehow I volunteered to the teachers that I could come into the class and help the kids make cascarones. UGH. By the way, I missed ONE question on the ACLS test. One STUPID question that I challenged and still think I was right. And I was awesome in the mock-code. Not even the nurse practitioner looked as cool as me. And, yes, I do think we should get gold stars or different colored badges or something. You know, you could say "Ummm, can I have the nurse with the GOLD badge? This pink badge girl is scaring me..."Ok. I found a house. I found a house even Scott agrees with! We will try and see it if it's still available on Saturday. Real estate here is a bitch. Things sell in about 1-2 weeks if they are good. It's a typical "development" house. Big enough yard for the swing set, homeowners assoc that takes care of plowing snow and garbage pick up, community pool, kids can meet friends, and we can afford it! Too good to be true. It'll be sold by Saturday. Scott was looking at the internet last night and compared what kind of house we could get in San Antonio for the price of homes here. Come on, man! I don't even torture myself that way. I have tossed around the idea of whether we'd ever go back to SAT and was met with a big fat "NO". I must say I like my job here and don't think I'd find an environment like this in SAT. And, Cheri, as far as "home" goes. Your home is where you live, not just a place in your head. You'd NOT be happy back in San Antonio..I'm not there! Seriously, you'd have your inlaws, but you'd also have Liver and your mom breathing down your neck. You can't get closure anywhere because just when you feel comfy, BAM, Chris has another job. I'd set down the law sister! Pick someplace and say we're staying here for X number of months or years. If he has to get another job, or can't get one, then you'll have to figure it out. It's no good for your kids to be vagabonds. And, if you aren't settled then they aren't settled. AUSTIN NEEDS YOU! Go there, check out the neighborhoods and schools and local gyms. Get a feel for it first. It's such a fun, open, beautiful place to be. You could feel settled there. Enough from me. You always make good decisions... Chris is lucky to have you. Gotta go rumage through laundry to figure out tomorrow's outfits for the kids.