Moved, that is.
Remember that ill-fated post of yore wherein I waxed poetic about good fortune, the Universe, and Other People’s Big Fancy Houses?
Forget it.
The Other People sold their Big Fancy House. In six weeks.
How could this be? This expensive home was supposed to sit on the market for at least six months, probably even a year. That was the word on the street, and that’s why we chose to rent it while we built our own home. We’re no dummies, you know. No, not us.
Remember my most recent post wherein I bragged about our family’s extravagant summer fun?
Forget it.
If my post today had photos, they’d show a summer filled with packing tape and mountains of clothes and dishes wrapped in paper and electrical cords in big piles and sticky thrown-out condiments and lint under the now-removed dryer and sweaty men from the ward hauling boxes and my kids sitting, sitting, sitting in front of the tv while their mother spins madly around them in her own disastrous world, oblivious to the needs of her blithely ignored offspring.
Again.
Derrick, of course, has been working around the clock, mostly out of town, for the duration of this adventure. It just so happened that the week we had to be out (we had a whopping two weeks to vacate) he was locked in his Vancouver office drafting the biggest proposal of his career. No pressure there. He made it back just in time to haul boxes with the sweaty men and worked as hard as he could to make up for being gone.
Again.
If this post did include photos, I’d make the largest, clearest one a snapshot of a lovely stucco home in West Kennewick where we now will reside for the next four to five months (knock on wood, toss the salt) while we build our home.
It belongs to Rod and Cindy.
Yeah, we’re living with my parents.
Again.
Oops.
You would have nothing to write about if you weren’t having these wacky adventures. We would have nothing to read about either. We’re thinking about you and hope you’re smiling through it all!
Jen and Paul Welsh
You would have nothing to write about if you weren’t having these wacky adventures. We would have nothing to read about either. We’re thinking about you and hope you’re smiling through it all!
Jen and Paul Welsh
this is quite an adventure. at least that what hindsight will tell you.
I like what Heather said. I’d move in with Rod and Cindy!
I’m so sorry! How many times in our lives will we have to use that stupid quote, “Life happens when we’ve made other plans”? Gah. And to be a nearly single parent through it all. I’m just so sorry. Hang in there. There are tender mercies all around us, and I would imagine that having a roof over your head and a warm, safe place for your family to sleep would be one of those. I don’t know your parents, so perhaps I shouldn’t comment. I will hope that the short stay will not be bad for you. 😉
If I had to live with anyones parents….it would be yours. I went from calling it “murphys law” to “Curtis law” but I think now I’ll refer to it as “Smiths law”, you’ve earned it. Hang in there. Love you!
Know the feeling. Mike left me to
–remodel
–moved an 18 yr old household of stuff
–moved Hollie twice
–moved my sister who had cancer N. to Kettle Falls from Caldwell
–moved in w/my dad of 90 years old & care for him (it takes 3 of us to do that!)
–moved my mom’s keepsakes of 67 yrs out before I could move anything into the house! (she never threw anything away!)
Did I say Mike left me to work his new job? Oh yeah, he was no where to be found when needed!
And YES I do have pictures! Blackmail may be in my future! hehehe
And Yes, I’m living with my parent & I’m how old? Who would have thought.
Hugs, Jen. You are one strong lady. Sorry about having to hang around the sweaty ward men. 🙂
Just think of the stories you will be able to tell!