UPDATE: WE'VE LANDED!
Hey - Oh!
Well.
I sure put a hold on this new blogging goal of mine.
Insert: Now pressing the un-pause button.
I guess moving your entire family 14.5 hours away takes up a wee bit of a mother's time.
Where do I begin?
We made it.
We are all moved in.
I decorated our new house til my heart's content both with things from our old house as well as with treasures collected as a result of a few (bah!) trips to Target and Homegoods.
Then, truth be told, my garage sale monies from my child care closing sale ran out.
This momma had to cool her decorating jets.
We have rugs under our feet and bar stools to sit on as the kids belly up to the island for pancakes.
We outfitted the loft upstairs with an IKEA sectional and small coffee table for the kids to hang out.
And at the very end...a few curtain panels later, I'm out of fun money.
Time to get back to the budget.
Dave Ramsey's dusty book on our shelf said so. Wait, I have a digital copy.
Nevermind the dust part.
Setting a budget is one thing.
Sticking to it is another.
Time will tell on how the discipline rolls in.
I promise to do my best.
Honest. (insert fingers crossed behind my back)
Back in June, I had a few (a few means 2, it was 2) ugly-cry moments within the first 2 weeks of living in Colorado.
They were intense...but in the darkness of my own bedroom..weeping into my pillow...unsure of the path we had chosen for our family.
I missed everyone in Minnesota. A LOT.
I wept for the daycare kids I would no longer see on a daily basis.
I wept for my sister whom I had a hunch would grow her family soon and here I was, states away, not able to be by her side if she were to add a new baby to her crew. What good is a "MY FAVORITE AUNTIE" bib if I live 900+ miles away?! Darnit already.
I wept for my mother who I knew was so sad that we had moved far away.
I wept for this new path that the tip of my toe was on-much like Dorothy standing on that damn yellow brick road.
*photo credit: workingkind.com
I tried to bury my emotions in the business of putting together rooms, measuring windows and surfing sites like Target and Wayfair; knowing this distraction of shopping and decorating would soon come to an end and I would be faced with the realty that I needed to deal with the following:
Figuring out if I was happy with our decision to move.
Finding my place.
Learning how to be away from family and friends, yet staying connected.
Supporting my children through whatever they were gonna throw at us as they themselves worked through this transition. Uncertain if I should reveal my uncertainty to them or try my best to present a face of positivity and confidence...even though, inside I was a mess.
The kids are adjusting beautifully. I'm so proud of them, but I understand that I would still be proud if they were each absolute messes because it means they are trying...and with trying and testing comes the lifelong skill of perseverance.
Quite frankly, I am surprised and in awe of their ability to flex into new beginnings. Much better than I can.
At 2:45pm for Ben and 3:45 for the younger 3, the bell will ring and the weekend will be here.
I am so grateful for this new chapter even though at times it's throwing me on my ass when I work to explore what lies ahead for me, personally. I'll get there.
Blogging may just be it.
Well.
I sure put a hold on this new blogging goal of mine.
Insert: Now pressing the un-pause button.
I guess moving your entire family 14.5 hours away takes up a wee bit of a mother's time.
Where do I begin?
We made it.
We are all moved in.
I decorated our new house til my heart's content both with things from our old house as well as with treasures collected as a result of a few (bah!) trips to Target and Homegoods.
Then, truth be told, my garage sale monies from my child care closing sale ran out.
This momma had to cool her decorating jets.
We have rugs under our feet and bar stools to sit on as the kids belly up to the island for pancakes.
We outfitted the loft upstairs with an IKEA sectional and small coffee table for the kids to hang out.
And at the very end...a few curtain panels later, I'm out of fun money.
Time to get back to the budget.
Dave Ramsey's dusty book on our shelf said so. Wait, I have a digital copy.
Nevermind the dust part.
Setting a budget is one thing.
Sticking to it is another.
Time will tell on how the discipline rolls in.
I promise to do my best.
Honest. (insert fingers crossed behind my back)
Back in June, I had a few (a few means 2, it was 2) ugly-cry moments within the first 2 weeks of living in Colorado.
They were intense...but in the darkness of my own bedroom..weeping into my pillow...unsure of the path we had chosen for our family.
I missed everyone in Minnesota. A LOT.
I wept for the daycare kids I would no longer see on a daily basis.
I wept for my sister whom I had a hunch would grow her family soon and here I was, states away, not able to be by her side if she were to add a new baby to her crew. What good is a "MY FAVORITE AUNTIE" bib if I live 900+ miles away?! Darnit already.
I wept for my mother who I knew was so sad that we had moved far away.
I wept for this new path that the tip of my toe was on-much like Dorothy standing on that damn yellow brick road.
I tried to bury my emotions in the business of putting together rooms, measuring windows and surfing sites like Target and Wayfair; knowing this distraction of shopping and decorating would soon come to an end and I would be faced with the realty that I needed to deal with the following:
Figuring out if I was happy with our decision to move.
Finding my place.
Learning how to be away from family and friends, yet staying connected.
Supporting my children through whatever they were gonna throw at us as they themselves worked through this transition. Uncertain if I should reveal my uncertainty to them or try my best to present a face of positivity and confidence...even though, inside I was a mess.
The kids are adjusting beautifully. I'm so proud of them, but I understand that I would still be proud if they were each absolute messes because it means they are trying...and with trying and testing comes the lifelong skill of perseverance.
Quite frankly, I am surprised and in awe of their ability to flex into new beginnings. Much better than I can.
At 2:45pm for Ben and 3:45 for the younger 3, the bell will ring and the weekend will be here.
I am so grateful for this new chapter even though at times it's throwing me on my ass when I work to explore what lies ahead for me, personally. I'll get there.
Blogging may just be it.
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