Monday, March 25, 2013

The Trailing Spouse

According to the relocation company, I have a new official title, trailing spouse. One spouse is relo’d and the other spouse mans (or womans) the fort until he (or she) can move the troops.  Job description:  No pay and more work than the spouse’s prior full-time job.  Though I knew this was what our family was doing, I didn’t know I had an official title.  Despite the hard work it has a few advantages, like mac-n-cheese for dinner many nights.  With three kids and a house to sell, it has some disadvantages, too.  We miss Scott and look forward to a time when the kids and I are no longer trailing behind, though not before we bid proper adieu to NC.

I am somewhere over Kansas right now, headed to California for house-hunting trip (though it will post sometime later).  THANKS NANA FOR WATCHING THE KIDS!!! It is a fitting place to write this, because my entire life is split half way between NC and CA.  I am working to close out our wonderful time in NC while simultaneously trying to start a terrific new beginning in CA.  The problem is there aren’t enough hours in the day to do this and keep up with all the regular stuff of life as a single parent.  So mostly I am really, really tired.  News Flash:  Moving is a pain in the ass. 
Most of you know this fact about moving, as you have already moved many times with your own families.  Heck, my BFF Stephanie packed it up and went to Slovakia on an ex-pat assignment– that makes California seem like a trip to Target.  

A trip to Target it is not.  There are seven million questions that need to be answered.  From the big, what city are we going to call home in California? We have no idea. To the small, do we have a termite warranty on the house? Yes.  All share one thing in common, they are urgent. 
So as my new title states, I am trailing Scott.  He is already in CA and I am meeting him there for the weekend.  Our hope is to figure out which city we would like to call home.  The Bay Area is a crazy seller’s market, with houses getting dozens (yes, dozens) of offers and going for way over list price, despite their crazy high price tags.  So this weekend, we aren’t even thinking about buying.  That is an urgent question that will just have to wait for another day.   

 That is life in the stroller lane. 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Kids, Please Be More Careful

I am now to the point of begging my children to be more careful.  They have tripped, scraped and broken their way through 2013.  It is only Saint Patrick's Day, but they aren't really feeling the luck of their Irish Roots when it comes to injuries. 

Mick started the cascade back in January, falling and splitting open that notorious spot kids' catch right at their the brow line (Jaley did it when she was little).  The final decision was  "chicks dig scars," so lets skip the stitches and go with a little Dermabond. 

Next one down was Sarah.  She took a quite faceplant on the playground at school at recess.  For anyone who has scraped up their face, the worst part is usually facing world.  Sarah was a good sport, but rightfully, didn't want anyone to see her.  Luckily, it was Friday and the scrapes weren't very deep.  By Monday, she was looking much better and we figured out we could use hoodies as camoflague. 

Like these types of things, they come in threes.  Jaley was next and she was the big broken one.  I simply said, "Come to dinner." Which translated in kid speak to, "Bound off the end table, leap over the ottoman, and try to do a front flip over Sarah on the way to the kitchen table for dinner."  Sarah wasn't ready, and Jaley went down and went down hard -- right on her nose.  Yup, it was broken.  First, broken bone in our house.  As soon as she stood up, I knew it was broken.  And what did I do?  Not to much, because there isn't too much you can do for little noses.  We did end up getting that opinion verified by two pediatric ENT's, but it took a few days to get the right appointments, until then ice and ibuprofen.  Jaley is now almost recovered and much to my pleasure not doing any more flips around the house.

Then last weekend, Mick decided to fall again, ruining my theory about things happening in threes.  It was pretty much a repeat of the January thing except this time he split open that notorious spot catch right under kids' chins (I did it twice when I was little).  The final decision was once again, "chicks dig scars," so lets skip the stitches and go with the Dermabond. 

While much of my recent time has been spent at doctor's (my own and the kids), the rest of it has been spent getting ready to move.  We had an epic garage sale last weekend.  We posted the start at 8AM, but folks showed up well before the sun rose.  Scott's words were "never again."   Of course, that was before he heard the finally tally on earnings. 

Scott is now on a 3-week run to CA, he won't be back to NC until after Easter.  I am headed to CA next weekend for a 3-night house hunting trip.  It will be longest I have been away from the kids in 5 years.  What I am most looking forward too is 5 uninterrupted hours sitting on the plane.  I can read a book or watch a movie or take a nap.  Glorious.  A very special thank you to Nana for making this glorious trip a reality.  She is watching the kids, while I travel West to check out the new locale.  Thanks Nana. 

Almost as soon as I get back from CA, we are off to FL for a family trip to Mimi and Poppa's for Easter.  We wanted to visit them in Vero before we left the East Coast.  Spring has been slow to arrive in NC, so we are looking forward to warm weather lots of pool time.

That is life in the stroller lane.