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It’s officially official. We own a home. It’s not the one pictured above. Hahahahahah! No, no. That one only had the one pool.
We closed on Friday, moved in on Saturday (thank you in-laws!), came home to a power outage Sunday and are getting settled today.
It’s getting late and this homeowner is tired so I’m just going to hit the high points:
- The kids love it. Haven’t had any troubles going to bed in their new rooms. This is a huge blessing because my son freaked out when we got rid of our old TV. I thought getting a new room in a new house in a new neighborhood would be more traumatic. Apparently he really liked that TV.
- The washer and dryer 1. work and 2. fit into the laundry room.
- I love that I have a garage.
- I love that I have a garage door opener. I kinda geek out about that.
- I love that I came home for lunch today.
- I love that my commute has been reduced from 50 miles roundtrip to 10 minutes roundtrip.
- I love that my wife has a house to be in.
Things on the to-do list:
- Get some kind of window coverings. Skin and tan animal hides if necessary.
- Unpack.
- Figure out where our mailboxes are.
- Meet more neighbors.
- Eat some peanutbutter ice cream. (This has nothing to do with the fact that we live in a house now.)
Overall, it feels like we’re visiting a rental property but had to bring all our stuff in order to use it. It definitely hasn’t sunk in yet. That being said, we’re very excited. Tired, but excited.
My wife is out of town at girls camp. I spent all day Monday with the kids. No one started bleeding. Nothing caught on fire. Everyone is still breathing. It was a good day.
I think a father’s standards are a bit different than a mother’s.
My wife’s standards for our children are somewhere above aesthetic needs (she will spend hours decorating a cake for them) and just below self-actualization (my son is only three, after all).
When I’m in charge of the kids for a day, my standards tend to hover about 5-6 rungs down the ladder:
Yes, when dad is in charge safety is questionable (like, say, allowing your one year-old daughter to be put in the center of a truck tire tube which is rapidly being inflated with water to the point it bursts around her) and physiological needs tend to be met in only the most literal of ways (“Don’t eat that. Oh, well.”).
Thank heaven for grandmas, ya know?
I’m very excited for my wife to come home today. That being said, I’m sure the kids are more excited.
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My father in-law has great taste in many things including cars and computers. I admire him a lot. However, sometimes his actual taste baffles me.
Whatcha got there Doug? Looks like some ice cream with chocolate sauce and a strawberry topping. Nice.
Wait. Are those Wheat Thins? And string cheese? Yes. Along with three pickles and an uncooked hot dog.
In the same bowl.
Yes, he ate it all. Yes, it’s my father in-law. No, he isn’t pregnant.
On Friday my almost-three-year-old son informed me that the heater (vent) under my desk was broken and that we were to fix it.
Armed with nothing but a near-dead flashlight, a squirt gun and a stegosaurus we (apparently) fixed the heater which now works fine. Still.
Ah, imagination.
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Welp, got laid off a couple weeks ago. It was a Wednesday, I think. Kinda sucks.
Should have known something was up when my check engine light came on the night before.
No hard feelings toward my former employers. This is the third round of layoffs in as many years and they broke the news with graciousness and emphasized that it was strictly due to the fact that I hadn’t been busy for quite a while (mild understatement) and that it didn’t appear that I would become busy anytime soon.
When I came home my wife’s reaction was about the coolest one could expect: she started laughing.
She has a lot of faith in me. And I love her for that.
I’ve been blessed with a lot of job leads in a very short amount of time. Thank you to everyone who reached out to me and for me. I’m truly appreciative.
Why haven’t I mentioned this sooner? Well, getting laid off wasn’t the worst thing that happened. Here’s the sequence of events:
- Tuesday night the check engine light comes on. Bad omen?
- Wake up Wednesday feeling a bit queasy. Go to work anyway.
- Grandma A. checks into the hospital for open heart surgery.
- Get laid off. Wow.
- Get the flu. Feel gross.
- Thursday I sleep in then play with my kids all day. Grandma A. has surgery.
- Friday 7:30 AM – get a call. Grandma A. has had a severe stroke. Rush to hospital to give a blessing.
- Spend the next several days trying to be helpful to my wife and her family.
- Tuesday Grandma A. passes away.
- Funeral for Grandma A. was the following Saturday.
So, yeah. Rough couple of weeks.
Now that things have settled down a bit (relatively) I hope to get back to blogging a bit more. I’ll keep you apprised of how the job hunt is going and if you happen to know anyone who needs a copywriter or social media strategist, let me know.
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