Chronicle 53: Rambling

What to write, what to write... I have this itch to write, to get my thoughts down. I haven't felt it in a long time, so I feel as if I should embrace it. Embracing all that I think and feel and know, and then pushing my way outside of the box to get to the good stuff.

There was this pact I made with myself in high school. I wanted to avoid the housewife life. All the minivans, picket fences, Barney stickers on the windows of said vehicle, keeping up with the Joneses; none of it appealed to me.

Remember these babies?

So why do I find myself reaching toward the safety of the suburbs? Familiarity, I suppose. Don't we, as humans, tend to go back to what we know when under duress?

WARNING: Metaphors, analogies, and humiliations galoooore ahead... (Princess Bride, anyone? Anyone?!)

I feel that with everything else ballooning, going back to my roots is the only thing tying me to the ground. Why do I fight so hard against it? Could I be content with an alternate version, or version(S) all mixed together?

Life is a million different things coming together at once, pure chaos organized by our minds into a straight line. It's easier to swallow, easier to make sense of. But when the corner is peeled back, and I get a peek of what I brushed under the rug, I am quick to run for the broom.

Analogies aside, this is my resolve: embrace it. The dust bunnies, the corners of my mind that become cobwebby because I've been exposed to too much Elmo and consequently begin to speak to adults like I speak to my students... ALL of it. I will change, the situation will change. In the end... well, in the end   there are no guarantees. It's just our duty to be satisfied by our choices in the end.

Oh dear... pop existentialism. Let me wrap this up by saying thank you. For what? I'll let you decide!

xoxo,
The Hot Mama (Wife, Lady & Lova) (Oh, and crossover vehicle driver)

Chronicle 52: There's No Place Like Home

I have a zit. It has taken up residence right between my eyes, popping up sometime between unpacking the 867th box of dishware and the intensive process known as shopping for living room furniture. Too busy to "woe is me", I handled it vigorously with my Clarisonic and a healthy swab of Witchhazel.

Witchhazel is an astringent that can be used as a spot treatment.
 It can dry your skin out pretty quickly, so use sparingly.

Then I wake this morning to find that my zit invited an overnight friend, and this zit is not so...friendly. First of all, no introduction or warning was given. Second, it planted itself right on the tip of my nose. It's like a welcoming committee. Which, admittedly, fits in with my current life theme.

Welcome back, mamas & friends (and hopefully readers I don't know yet). Yes, I took a brief hiatus. Ok, make that a LONG hiatus. It was a year; a year full of highs and lows and new experiences. I met some incredible people, and lost one too. I finished my first year of teaching (I. AM. ALIIIVE!) after staying home with baby G. 

The last 3 items in our old home, before we handed over the keys!

But, the biggest and most life changing thing JUST happened. Like a week ago happened. WE (packedupallofourbelongingsand) MOVED!! It was a life changing move. Like a leave a place you've lived for 28 years, family, friends, job, etc. move. It's turning out to be a brand new adventure, can't wait to explore and meet new people move. 

It was quick, but certainly not painless. In fact, I'm sure that if we ever move again I will need a healthy dose of... several things. If you've ever moved, even to the house or apartment next door, you KNOW it's a pain. The logistics and labor alone cause stress: stress on family, friends, kiddos, and marriage. in effect, it's one of those tests that life throws your way to keep you in check. That's how I came to look at it: a way to test my strength.

The best part about a cross state move? It will continue to test me. Finding my way to the grocery store, meeting other young families, keeping up with a bigger home, interviewing for a job in the local district... the list goes on and on. And while I was faced with these tasks at my old home, I was comfortable. I knew my way around. I had my friends. Here? I have to get my Sacajawea on. Wait... am I leading two men? I guess I am! :)

Our kitchen was put together a day after we moved! I can't claim all the credit: my amazing
family friends showed up to help. Love them!

We have most everything unpacked. The next step is organizing EVERYTHING. Luckily we moved into a bigger home, so we didn't have to worry about making things fit. We just have to worry about making them pretty! (That's my newly adopted phrase for organizing. So much better, right?!) 

This is the funny part: I've actually been researching! I've been reading articles, magazines, and books for ideas. It's your turn, mamas! How do you organize your toddler's room? Your pantry? Your playroom? I foresee several trips to the Container Store in my future!

Meanwhile, we're trying hard to stick to our routine and settle in to the new home. As you can see, Baby G is well on his way! 

Can't wait to hear from you again, mamas!

xoxo, 

The Hot Mama