The Big Move

Foreword:
I am generally a very optimistic person. I was most likely born this way, since it’s the only way my super-impulsiveness can express itself, and most importantly, a great accessory (aka coping mechanism) when you are married to a College Coach.

The day after my sister’s wedding we moved to a beautiful, little district in Houston, Texas called West University Place. Exciting, yes! Terribly emotional and a tad scary? YES and YES! But everything seemed to be going as planned:

We got the keys…

The house was ready for move-in and Bo was BEYOND ecstatic to have a room again…

but, Ladies and Gents, optimism can only get you so far when your moving truck is delayed…for…wait for it….9 #$$#%$# days. 9 days. N-I-N-E.

Am I being overdramatic?

Yes, OF COURSE, I AM. But nine MORE days in a tiny hotel room with an infant and a toddler in Houston…in the middle of August? Please note, we had already been living out of a suitcase since August 4th (yes, WEEKS). Oh, AND my husband who gives me a much needed break each day, was leaving on a Coaches’ retreat…PUT. A. FORK. IN. ME.

Nonetheless, us transients survived. And I apologized (after a few days) for retreating into un-optimistic-Hannah-ville (scary place, do not enter), because three little things changed EVERYTHING:

#1: King Suite at the Residence Inn.

SPACE, SPACE, SPACE. This new suite with a bedroom meant that I would no longer have to hide in the bathroom binge-blogging for 3 hours a day while my children napped.

#2 West U Colonial Park Pool:

Ok, this may be the coolest “pool” EVER, and it’s just a short walk from our house. Optimism meter pointing up.

#3. A Reality Check Road-trip

I can’t unpack (where’s that da%n truck?), and I love exploring new places, so we met Daddy in Galveston on the last day of his retreat. Both kids slept during the drive, which meant I had time to think about how incredibly awful my life is…which means I fully realized how incredibly LAME I AM for thinking my life is hard.

Secondly, I realized my full-time job is to be the best parent I can to my little futures of the world, and I wasn’t pulling my weight. Optimistically speaking, we essentially have tons of free time to PLAY and EXPLORE while we wait for that darn truck. And we did.

Now, what to do for the next week? : )