...new play grounds
...new play group
...copious tubes of SPF
...new friends for Mama (don't be surprised if she cries a LOT at first; she's way emotional)
please respond to Ethan McCutiepants if you live in the LOS ANGELES area...
Yeah, that's right. Los Angeles. Hold on, let me get my paper bag (it's for breathing into; I don't bother to hide the booze anymore).
Okay. Yes, Husband, man o' my dreams, bread-winner extraordinaire, love of my life had indeed been offered and has accepted a position which is either going to uproot our lives or mean one hell of a commute for him (yeah, the commuting is not so much an option--believe me, I pushed hard for it).
So in three month's time, I will living 3000 miles away from everyone I know and love. Awesome. ::breathe breathe breathe::
It's been a difficult couple of weeks in the Little E house. Much crying, wringing of hands and many sleepless nights. Much going back and forth, weighing pro's and cons. The panic attacks of "OMG, I can't do this; you can't make me do this!!" and the tiny quiet glimmers of, "Oh, but the weather would be nice."
Considering I just got out of a therapy session, I really don't want to go back into rehashing all the reasons why this makes me want to run screaming into on-coming traffic right now. Suffice it to say that we've put trying to have another baby on hold until the move is complete...talk about asking me to give up the thing I want most in the world so that we can do the thing I want LEAST. Yeah, that's about where I'm at. Good times.
Anyway, I wanted to thank you all for the so many nice things you posted in response to my last entry (both here and via email). It is so nice to know that people are thinking about me in my lunacy. And Amy & KMW, let me tell you--if we HAVE to move, I wish either of you had been right--Chicago or SF would be much more my speed. As it is, I have 90 days to develop an eating disorder, get fake boobs and learn the entire cast, past and present of The Hills (is it even on anymore?) if I expect to fit in at ALL where I'm going (yes, I know that is horribly closed-minded and way stereotyping and my apologies to those of you who might be reading from that area---it's just where I'm at right now; I'm sure I'll come around....)
I promise not to turn this into a blog o' gloom. I will be back tomorrow to tell you about Ethan's obsession with his grandma Judy's car. It's freakish and hysterical. But today, while I am feeling freakish, I'm not so much with the hysterical--at least not the funny kind.