As you can see - the last time I posted was ONCE in December. And before that it was a couple times in October.
Do you know what happened in November?
Yup! All that whining and complaining I've done over the past few years about being so far away from home and my long-time friends, and family - that's all done now. We moved back to our little house in Virginia that we had (almost 10 years ago now!) remodeled and designed perfect for us.
The packing, the moving, the unpacking 2300 square foot of stuff into a 1300 square foot house. So the house isn't SO perfect for our size family anymore, but we squeezed in and are managing. The twins are sharing a room, 6yo has her own space but no closet, and Hubs and I are shoe-horned into a room that just barely fits.
Then getting our 6yo settled into her new school, trying desperately to get spots for the twins in a preschool (fail - they are all booked up until next fall).
And play dates and parties with so many of those friends I missed so hard!
Then a four hour car trip south to see my parents for Christmas, and fun side-trips along the way to avoid the car-sickness erupting all over the car seats.
Then New Year's. (ha! Who am I kidding? New Years was such a non-event for us.)
Then snow days on top of "closing for cold" days on top of snow days. (One super fun thing about living in Virginia is that they don't know how to handle snow - so when we get 3" starting at noon one day, the schools close that day, and for two more days, because the municipalities have not only not pre-treated the roads before the storm, they waited until it was all done before the started clearing and treating, which took them all the way through day 2, and then what they pseudo-scraped off the roads on day 2 melted in the bright sun and then promptly froze overnight giving us no school on day day. For 3" of snow.)
And I look wistfully at my paintings above the fire place and wonder when I'll have the time to paint again.
And I look at the box marked "Garage China" that makes me laugh so I don't really want to unpack it. (It's full of breakable stuff off a yard sale table that was in the garage - so the packers marked it "garage china.")
And I think about lots of things to write about, like the move home with kids strapped into car seats and the only way to get the carsick one to stop thinking about her churning stomach was to encourage the "knock-knock" jokes that all ended in "poop" or "pee" or "guts" or some other distasteful topic that elicits raucous laughter from all three girls, but I get distracted before I make it to the computer.
And I'm contemplating a whole new career path - so that's taking up some serious real estate in my head. But I'm not ready to put that down in writing yet.
So for now, we're home, still unpacking, still squeezing in, and reveling in the sunshine that comes with knowing friends for so long that you can see them three years later and feel like you just saw them yesterday.
Should I unpack it? Or just take it straight to Good Will?