|Wish it was that simple.|
As a quick recap, for those that have just joined us, Hubby lives 2000 miles away (we were separated, then we decided to get our heads out of our asses and make this marriage and family work), we had a tentative plan of him moving here with us, then My Epiphany and How Badly it Sucks happened, and we decided to wait until he came to visit for The Ginger's surgery and kids' spring break to make our major life decision.
The kids and I are moving to Arizona. Yep, I'm quitting my tattoo artist day job (but not my ninja assassin night job- that's needed out west, too), and going back to being a stay at home mom. You know what that means?
All craziness and hell is going to break loose on Inklings. Oh yeah, it's going to be AWESOME! Hella fun stories about me and the PTA, and volunteering in my kids' classrooms, and having to walk 3 flights of stairs to do laundry in Hubby's apartment complex, and my first ever summer with the kids where I haven't worked, and how effing hot it is in Arizona, and how one adjusts to repairing their marriage after 3 years of being separated, and becoming a military wife again. I can't wait!
This is all going down in about 7 weeks... holy shit, right? I have to pack up an apartment, go through storage items, have it all shipped, ship my car, make sure the cats are up to date on their shots and get them fixed, and so much more, in just 7 weeks. All while working for the next 6 weeks and saving all of the money we can to move cross country.
Do you know how much it costs to move cross country? An ass load. Especially when you factor in the cost of lube. What? Lube? Yeah, that's from an old post... Moving Requires Lots of Lube.
Anyway, then, once the day actually comes, I have to fly, solo this time, with 2 kids. I normally take valium
when I fly, but it's kinda hard to be drugged up on anti-mom-panic-attack pills and take care of 2 kids for a cross country flight, which I know will have a layover somewhere. So, it will be time, once again, to buck up and be a woman with a vagina of steel.
All of the stress, the worry, everything, will all be worth it, because on the other side of this journey is my Hubby and putting our family back together. Having help disciplining the kids, being able to cuddle on the couch and watch movies, foot rubs, spooning while we sleep, being able to storm off into the bedroom, slam the door and say, 'You deal with the kids right now or else I'm killing someone!', cooking together, laughing, joking, kissing, family outings, everything. And Hubby and I starting the new beginning to the rest of our lives.
Because let me tell you, I'm not going through this again. I'll kill him before I go through this moving cross country with the kids bullshit another time. And, I watch a lot of crime shows; I know how to make it look like an accident.
I'm sure it won't come to that extreme, though. Hubby and I have been doing great. Sure, we're 2000 miles away from each other at the moment, but any mom who has a husband that has to travel for work knows that a lot of the times, the miles and time apart cause friction and arguments. I'm not saying Hubby and I don't bite at each other every now and then, but it's nowhere near the way it used to be.
|My family, back together|
So yes, we decided to take the route that has the kids and I moving to Arizona, and if you read the pros and cons in the Epiphany post above, you'll see that means being away from extended family, doing 6 more years in the military and putting up with all that military life entails. But, we'll be financially secure, with benefits, not worrying about income from a commission job, the kids will have their mom around 24/7, and in just a few years we'll have a retirement check to help us out. The decision we made settles me to my inner core.
I just wonder what I'm going to do with myself while the kids are in school. I've toyed with the idea of taking some online classes or going to a community college. Maybe I'll write... who wouldn't want to read a book about the crazy ass stuff I post? Ha! That's pretty humorous in itself...
Honestly, it doesn't really matter right now. I'm concentrating on doing what I need to do to get my family back together again, which is a lot. Like, a shit ton lot. Almost overwhelming lot.
Time to put my big girl panties on and start turning this vagina into steel.
Can that be done with kegels? Just curious...