Summer break was a flurry of activity, and my head is still spinning.
Joey finished his final season of Little League, which was very bittersweet. I am already suffering from acute nostalgia about that, knowing that Fall Ball starts up soon, and we won’t be out there in the bleachers watching him play.
Joey and Annabelle also took part in their final show (The Music Man) with the local children’s theater, which took its final bows after 34 years. Also very bittersweet.
We kicked off birthday season:
Scarlett turned 4 in June –
Joey turned 14 in July –
Finn turned 8 in July –
Michael turned 50 in August, and we have several more birthdays coming up.
Also in July, we celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary.
No words of wisdom; we’ve certainly had our ups and downs. Several couples we’ve known for ages have split up recently, and I find myself wondering about other people’s breaking points. We’ve come through some really, really difficult, miserable shit, and I feel like we’ve come out better and stronger, but I’m enough of a realist (and cynic) to not be all Pollyanna-ish about it. It takes a lot to keep a marriage together, and it takes a lot to call it quits. I’m sad for everyone who goes through a breakup, because it sucks for everyone involved, even if it’s hopefully a step in the direction of happiness.
Anyway. We spent the first half of summer break getting the house ready to put up for sale. That meant some repairs and improvements, lots of purging, cleaning, and packing stuff away. That literally took a good several weeks. We finally officially put the house up for sale early in July. We signed the listing agreement, and one Sunday morning I left to go grocery shopping, and when I arrived back home, the For Sale sign was up in our yard, and I promptly started crying. I wasn’t expecting it to have that effect on me, but damn. So many memories here, and even though we want this change, it’s going to be hard to say goodbye.
The next few weeks were spent in a constant state of stress (which has not let up), while we have tried to keep the house perpetually clean (do you have any idea how impossible that is with this many people living under one roof?), and have had numerous open houses and showings. Every time our realtor has called to say that someone wants to see the house, we spend a couple of hours madly dashing around cleaning, tidying, stowing, and then we have to get everyone out of the house for a while.
There has still been shuttling the kids to their stuff – dance, guitar lessons, horseback riding – and trying to throw in a few pool days, beach days, etc. so that the kids’ summer didn’t completely suck.
Well, it paid off, because as of last weekend, we have a buyer. After a couple of days of negotiation, we have a contract, and it looks like we’ll be moving to Oregon in late September or early October. Shit’s gettin’ real.
Meanwhile, the kids are almost done with their first week back at school. Joey insisted on enrolling in high school here, even though it’s temporary, so that’s what he’s doing. I’m homeschooling five kids now, and I’d like to tell you all about it, but I’m too fucking tired. But I do have lots of thoughts about it. I’m glad we’re doing it – so glad to be out of the public school hell – but homeschooling is hard, yo.
Oh, and Kevin has decided not to come with us to Oregon. He was offered a very affordable room to rent at a friend’s house, and he was actually supposed to move out this week, but it’s been delayed a bit, but he’ll be moving out in the next few weeks and finishing school here. He’s decided to pursue a degree in film and television, so we’ll see where that takes him. Lots of emotions about him leaving the nest, and us leaving to be so far away from him.
And that’s all I’ve got for now.