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Overwhelmed with Stress

As all my readers already know I’ve been in hotels now for over a month, first to go find a house to live and then to wait to move in once we got back here and had the movers take everything. I’d love to lie and say it has all been a piece of cake but I’m not going to do that because anyone knows that moving is anything but that.

The House Drama
We got the house but not without a struggle and the monthly bills will probably be pretty high. Which means our moving to our permanent home will probably take 6months to one year more than we had planned. I knew immediately when I saw the house I wanted it, even though it was small inside and meant our boys would bunk together and our girls would bunk together but I felt good about it. More than likely our youngest will end up in his toddler bed in our room. No big deal. There’s a BIG backyard with a fence, which means Little A can run and I don’t constantly have to chase him or keep him inside. ..especially when the others are at school and daddy at work. The girls’ school is located less than 2 blocks away so they can walk, SoccerBoy’s is down the road a bit but I feel safe about it. After many issues with the lease everything was signed and cash sent. Cash took forever to get to him even though we sent it priority mail and every day we got a call asking where it was. Only problem we knew it was out there and would get to him, he didn’t really know us and wasn’t sure if he could trust us. Finally, we move in a week from today. Phew.

Car Drama
Man this is one of those things that I barely want to talk about but I feel I must or I’ll explode. For as long as I can remember we’ve always had one car, since being out of the military and boy is that tough. One car after another breaks down and leaves us with something worse than the one before. I miss my mini van that’s for sure. I hate the Subaru. I get that my husband loves it, it’s a fix-me-upper, but it is also a vehicle that means one of us will always stay behind, that or we make double trips. Being in hotels this has got very aggravating. Hubby went to a dealership and decided I needed a new car, one he could trust even if it were used for me.

After 2 weeks of dealing with the dealer, we went home with my baby. She’s a 2004 Buick Segal that I named Regina. I found out last night what I thought was mine may not be. :( Apparently they let us “test drive” the vehicle until today, today we take it back and see if we are bringing her back home with us or if we will all pile inside the Subaru until our move is complete. The car honestly isn’t worth $10000 they want, but I don’t see them lowering the price $2000 to fit the blue book price, which means we’ll leave her in the lot. If we leave her we will not look again until we get to our destination and try that weekend to get anything we can. This worries me, anytime we’ve had to wait until last minute we get left with crap. Hubby says we’ll only worry about it lasting a month but that worries me more. I don’t want a car I know will only last a month, I want one that’ll last for MANY months, even years and something I’m at least kind of proud of. I leave in an hour to figure what happens.

School Stress
While college seems to be going great I worry about signing the kids up for school. How will it be for them going into a new school yet again and making friends. Soccerboy seems to have a harder time making new friends which worries me more. The girls, well it just seems to be easier for girls, but he is older and has more of those pressures of the kids already having the groups they been in for years. I also worry about finding all the paperwork to sign them up. We couldn’t find every social security card, birth certificate, etc and am just hoping I find it all in time. More stress. See, yes I am stressing out.

Hotel Stress
Believe it or not it has been okay staying here, I prefer something more like the Fairfield Inn or Hampton Inn but we’ve been in the Super 8 and do get clean sheets and towels. But breakfast is far from what it was at the Hampton and I miss it, yes slightly spoiled on that. But also worry because kids are getting restless and want to run in the room but I want to keep them quiet as we are three floors up. Okay had to get all that off my chest. Thank you.

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