I don’t know what to title this randomness, so I went with “IDK,” my least favorite student response EVER. But I smiled when I thought of it, because some days (like today) I miss the classroom, unacceptable responses and all. I want to make the most of this short time I have to be home while the kids are young, but I look forward to the school days again, too.
So… the melancholic “End of an Era” didn’t last too long, as Chris’ mom soon drove down to see us for 10 days. It was a wonderful, saturated visit and the kids adored every minute with their “Nana.” Between “jungle safaris,” seashell searches and ultimate play dough fun, we made the most of it.
For me, it was especially nice to have another adult to talk to during this somewhat isolating time. The days flew by, she left, and then came the next endeavor…potty training.
It’s a time-consuming, crappy time – literally. I am tired. I’m trying not to be resentful that I spend the majority of my day on the floor of a bathroom encouraging tearful children to “push it out,” but it stinks (also literally). All parents go through this, so I shouldn’t be complaining, but it seriously makes me want a different day job. Staying at home with your kids can feel like the most unrewarding, thankless job ever. There are definitely blessings and perks, but I miss the classroom, the evaluations that let you know how you’re doing, where you can improve, what your strengths are, etc.
Instead I’m left wondering, “What the heck am I doing and where do I go from here?” Some days (or hours) feel victorious and the next moment I swear a demon possessed my child. Lord, help me and everyone we come into contact with throughout our day.
Speaking of everyone we come into contact with…my Florida Facebook friends TRIPLED!!! Whoa, right?! Except it’s really easy to triple when there was only 1. Now there’s 3. Ha.
I can’t believe I’m about to say this…but I’m also missing Fall…the leaves, the crisp weather. It doesn’t feel like October when we’re at the beach. However, we’re at the beach, so enough said.
Now to stop complaining. We tried a church close to the new house that we think might be the one and we are very excited about this possibility! Church has always been the main place where God provides our village and community, a place to serve Him, love others and be loved in return.
This specific church has a MOPS group – Moms of Preschoolers – and I tried it out last week. I had an awesome time and the kids did great in their class! There is a craft night this week so I can’t wait to join a smaller group setting and dive into conversations with fellow moms of toddlers.
We close on the house in 2 weeks! Woo hoo! After some paint and new carpet we’ll move in around the first of November. My parents will be down to help with the transition, so we don’t have to worry about moving trucks and unpacking boxes with toddlers. Can I say nightmare?
Then we head to Illinois before Chris’ work has its crazier pique season over the holidays. There is so much to be excited and grateful for right now, and I’m continually reminding myself of this when things get rough (like an hour ago when I was interrupted by a poor, puking Norah…we will see what this night brings).
I’m still checking in with my therapist from Chicago which has been key to successfully (somewhat) undergoing this life change. Even though life feels mostly full of rainbows, it’s helpful and necessary without the normal support of our village.
I can’t wait for the day that I can say we have a local village again. Until then, God is quietly drawing me nearer and nearer to Him, telling me to be still and know that He is God, to be completely dependent on Him and trust Him during this time of unknowns.I love feeling in control, and right now I’m not. Thankfully there’s no one better to take the reigns.
Happy Fall, Y’all! Chicagoans – bust out your boots and scarves for me!