It has occurred to me so many, many times I should be writing everything down. Something I felt I used to be extremely good at, I have become very negligent. I don't know why - i really do love writing, even if you don't love what I write about. It is a way to express myself that no one else really needs to understand and is sometimes a very welcomed break from the screaming and yelling and fighting and craziness that is my life right now with 3 little children. Being a mom is hard, especially right now as a medical wife/residency mom, in a new place, only to be in a new place again in a few weeks. There's no time to make friends. My social life consists of a 2 yr old, a 4 yr old, and a 7 yr old, with a hubby home for a few hours a day if I am lucky. But during those few hours we all seem to be fighting for his attention. So the hour, maybe 2, I get to spend with him at night are usually accompanied by physical exhaustion on both our parts. Sorry, I'm complaining - but that's the whole reason i am writing....well not to complain, but to help me get out the story to feel a little less....stressed is the word I'm looking for I think.
So, we left you hanging. We made it out to St. George. The whole truck and packing and traveling was a fiasco. The company we hired turned out to be crooks. Brett's mom and dad came to the rescue at the last minute with the truck and tailor. Brett's sister came to help with kids and packing (huge relief). Lots of money spent that we didn't really have...all to get us to a preceptor-ship in St. George Ut that really wasn't EXACTLY what we wanted, but a better opportunity than most. Oh, and our bank account and credit card info were stolen. 2 weeks after we got here, Brett flew out to New Orleans to an interview for a new residency program starting there in Louisiana. They were interviewing 12, so Brett didn't think he had much of a chance. This was the absolute last spot even available to be a resident for this year. 70 students left who wanted it....bad. But, Brett felt like St. George was it and we were both feeling really good about the place. It's a great program to be in with LOTS and LOTS of stuff to do. Basically, a resident without a credit of residency.....confusing, but it works. I however, wasn't unpacking until I new for SURE he didn't get New Orleans. He felt good about the interview, but still didn't think it was the answer. St. George just kinda felt right. So after almost 2 weeks without a word from the program, Brett finally convinced me to start making a home and unpack. I decorated. I threw away so many boxes. I hung up and washed so many clothes and found spots to put all of our crap. There were piles and piles of trash. I was literally hanging up our last photo frame when Brett called one day from Work...."I got New Orleans"
What!?! A million emotions running through both our heads. Gratitude, frustration, excitement, nervousness, overwhelming stress to only name a few. I new it. I NEW it would happen. We would move out to St. George JUST to move again...I totally called it from the first phone call about Nola.
So, here we are in a new kind of wonderful stress. Moving....again. When I think about all the money and time we will have spent moving and driving in that stupid car in less than 3 months, I want to vomit - everywhere. That's 2 uhaul truck rentals with a trailer for the car. Gas for said uhauls and a minivan for over 2200 miles. Hotel stays x 4. And AT LEAST 50 hours in the car....with 3 littlies and a dog. Oh, and it's me in the car with the kiddos the whole time while Brett drives the uhaul. i had mom and Monica helping on the way to Ut which is I am sure, where they saw the absolute worst side of me. A 7 yr old, 4 yr old, and 2 yr old. On the same row of seats, all in reach of one another, in a minivan stuffed to the brims. That was for 20 hours. Now, I get to do 28 all by myself with the same kiddos and dog in a minivan one time more stuffed to the brims. I can't say I am honestly all to exited about the whole situation. Our kids already dread car rides form our last trio we JUST finished.
I LONG for the day to have stability in my life. I want to be in one place, to know whats coming next, and to stop thinking about everything else I still have to do for the next episode in our lives. I have, however, noticed in our past experience that you can't always count on stability. I have my kids, my husband, and my faith which are the closest things to any sort of solid factor in my life. And that's probably the closest we'll ever get to something firm and unmoving in our life....ever.
So almost $10,00 later and we are moving to New Orleans. We're searching for a home and starting yet another new chapter. We have 3 weeks. Lord help us it's gunna be a doozie.
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