No matter where I look in my world these days, there is change in the air. All three boys reached milestone birthdays in twenty-ten…Connor turned 13, Taylor turned 18 and Kevin turned 21. I do believe I may have to start referring to them as “da guys” in the very near future.
Add to that the enormous quantities of paperwork sent my way with regards to Kevin’s upcoming placement into a group home (he has autism and is graduating from special-ed “college” to his future, yet-to-be-determined new, supervised home), combined with the overwhelming paperwork for Taylor’s dorm and college admission for September and…well…yikes.
But that’s not all.
The people who own the home I am renting…the people who promised me a safe, uneventful three years of bliss…are foreclosing. Or short-selling…I'm convinced it's whichever is evidently the most painful, invasive, uncomfortable, inconvenient route to go for da boys and me. To say that the last six months have been hard is a serious understatement. I’ve been bullied and badgered…chided and confronted…basically treated like the gum on the bottom of someone’s shoe. I’ve been lied to, threatened, harassed and belittled. I’ve fought back and rallied…mainly due to my principles and secondly, due to the fact that I didn’t want to put Connor through another middle school change, as rentals are getting hard to come by in this neck of the woods. No kid should have to change schools twice in two years if it can be helped.
I’ve slowly begun packing…knowing that our time here is finite but not sure where our next home will ultimately be…until today. My sister Laura calls me to say there’s a rental in our local paper that sounds almost too good to be true. I’m on it like the ants that swarm all over a drop of Taylor’s spilled Sunkist orange soda. Within an hour, I’m writing the lady a check for the deposit. Three bedrooms, 1 ½ baths, fireplace, ceiling fans, flat level driveway!
We’re moving in two weeks.
Yes, I said 2 weeks. Am I ready? Nope. Am I worried? Nah. Will I make it? Uh-huh. Am I crazy? Probably…so it’s gonna be INSANE for the next few weeks. So bear with me, my lovely blogbuds…I shall travel with the speed-eth of light to move-eth into our new, improved, peaceful abode…where we shall be golden....and I will blog without worry...for an entire day and a half...before I'll undoubtedly find something new to worry about.
Now. Someone pass me that packing tape…