Friday, August 28, 2015

In Hindsight #1

Last October my father-in-law called and asked us to seriously consider flying out to California (from the east coast) for the christmas holidays, even though it was an "off year" for us traveling.
 "I know you came out last christmas and just a few months ago, but your mom isn't at her best, and I'm really not sure how much longer she'll be fun for." 
My mother-in-law is a lovely lady; super smart, family lawyer, world traveler, interested in politics and life, worked with BigBrothers/ BigSisters for years as BigSister. But she is in the early stages of dementia. She has coped pretty well for a few years now, but its pretty obvious things are getting worse.

So we came.

I'll admit to being pretty bummed and a bit resentful. We have some very fun traditions for our "at home" years: we have a big tree trimming party with as many friends as we can cram into the house, people from all of our various circles, I bake and bake and bake and there's the shelf elf craziness and gingerbread house building... and we are going to miss it all, again.  Just not having a christmas tree in the house is a huge disappointment.  As it is, I only get to unpack our family's ornaments once every two years. Without a tree in the house, December is just sad.   Coming out to California means skipping all of that, plus the aggravating logistics of buying gifts and traveling and staying in a space that is not our own (my in-laws are wonderfully hospitable, but it's hard to keep three kids occupied for three weeks in a house that isn't their own).  Then there's the difficulty of getting everything back across the country.  These are the years I demand all the kids' gifts have to be smaller than a shoe box and weigh less than 2 pounds. Which never works, by the way. We've shipped giant wooden trucks and carefully wrapped and packed completed lego builds, we've crammed giant stuffed animals and double boxed cases of wine glasses (those were not the kids').

My Father-in-law was right, she was worse, just since the summer.

To the point that my husband asked me about a seemingly pie-in-the-sky idea, that we pack up and move across the country.  He wasn't happy with his job, the school itself was falling into financial mess and things were not looking good for any employee.  His dad could clearly use more family around and Steve wanted to be a support for him. 

"Yes"
I said yes.  How could I say anything else?

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

First Day Jitters

Today is the first day of school for the kids after an exceptionally long, hard, adventurous summer. 

Sophie started middle school this morning.

It's been a fairly gentle start, there was a morning of sixth grade orientation last Friday, there were school photos (Before the school year even starts! crazy) and there was shopping for PE uniforms. We walked and rode her route to and from school several times, making observations and timing each leg. The first day is a wacky schedule so while she was getting ready, I wrote the number of her fist classroom on the back of her hand (She has a color-coded schedule in her binder, this is not passing as organization, I promise) so she'd know where to go after locking up her bike.

She's insanely confident.

Her cousin backed out of riding bikes to school today, but Soph was happy to ride alone. "Want me to ride with you?" I asked her.
 "No, I've got this, mom." 
Off she went. She should be home in about 10 minutes, provided she isn't hanging out in the paring lot chatting with her new friends.

 I guess my jitters could just be the coffee.

Ressurected

Okay. One more try, I swear, this time it will stick. Blogger, Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram...I've got 'em. The only one I'm good at is Facebook. Instant feedback. That's got to be the answer. Perhaps I'll figure out how to link them all together without pestering the crap out of you. I just read through my old posts. I like me. Maybe you will, too.