OUR Big Move... *WARNING* The following post contains high doses of sarcasm...

April 7th, 2009 11:58 AM

Well, well.

 

The new house is really nice.  However, it looks like Michigan skipped over Spring and went straight for Summer.  We went from 60's in Massachusetts to 90's in Michigan.  And I think some random weatherman was throwing around terms like "tornado watch."  Tornado who?  You've got to be kidding.  So, I write to you from our basement...

We tried out the new church today.  We were feeling really good as it took us only 5 minutes to get to there and the drive was beautiful.  It is the church affiliated with the girls elementary school.  We were so excited to see young families, and future partners-in-"volunteer"-work; dreams of community love and friendly new-family welcoming dancing in our heads... An hour and 20 minutes later, with parishners whipping their purses against my children in an effort to reach the doors at the end of mass, and the faint but unmistakable sound of tires screeching, my well thought-out Michigan world came near to crashing around me.  Our girls were ready to scratch each other's eyes out from boredom and Jason was about to pass out from a migrane.  I was slowly rethinking my brilliant plan to smoothly enter the local Catholic community...

Then Jason opens up the church bulletin and reads that the beloved but long-winded priest is performing his final mass at this parish this month.  Small blessings, my friends.  Seriously, who doesn't believe?

 

My girls are transitioning as well as can be expected.  They've made some friends in the neighborhood already.  Jason and I are meeting the neighbors.  I was missing my very best neighbor fellow military wife as I met "Jane" in her Gucci sunglasses and her husband, "Lou", in his silk shirt and slick-backed hair.  I'm not sure I fit in with my shorts, 5-year-old sneakers, and camouflage t-shirt that reads "You don't know it... but I'm right in front of you."  Even with my standing strategically behind "Jane" waving frantically and mouthing the word "NOOO," Jason made the unspeakable mistake of asking our newest neighbor where the nearest Walmart is.  He's killing me.  "Jane" and "Lou" apparently shop at the more upscale markets (oh yes, she actually said that) so we were directed to Kroger...  Kroger?     

 

Jason and I have taken a turn in our relationship.  It is a beautiful turn of events, better known as Role-Reversal.  After nearly 8 years, I have gone back to a "9 to 5" as an Insurance Agent here in Michigan.  Jason does not report to work until the 23rd of June.  I have slipped into crazy Clean Freak from the hours of 5:00 to 7:00 pm, and Jason is curiously emotional with regular spurts of feeling unappreciated.  So, Jason is annoyed that now "all of a sudden" I want things a certain way, and I am telling Jason that, "I guess if I want things done, I'll just have to do it myself."  You would think that a 37-year-old man and 30-something-ish woman, would finally be able to entertain feelings of empathy and compassion for the role of their partner. 

Um.  No.    

 

Jason and I are coping with all the nuances of a big move with, what else?  Retail Therapy.  We bought a brand new LCD TV.  Did we neeeeed it?  No.  It does, however, easily divert our homicidal feelings by steering our focus to the more mundane topic of HD channels versus regular cable.  You've just got to have priorities.   

 

Do YOU have a great moving story??  I'd love to hear it.

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