House Hunting....Again

Wasn't I just doing this? Well, it's been a year, but it sure seems like I just went through this.

Our little beach house is going on the market in the next 2 weeks and it's time for us to start looking at other homes. And I tell ya, after this next move, we are NOT MOVING AGAIN FOR A LONG LONG TIME! I am sick to death of packing, unpacking, and then doing it all over again. You'd think I'd have it down to a science at this point, especially with 2 international moves under my belt as well. But regardless of how many times I've done it, it never gets any easier and it's never any fun.

I decided to add up the number of times I've moved in 37 years and it's 32 times, at least, that I am aware of. There may have been a move or two when I was little that I don't remember, but I think 32 times is enough, don't you. And the alarming thing is that 16 of those moves have been in the last 10 years. Thank you Clear Channel. Well, I can't give them ALL the credit. But the life of a DJ is never one in which you can count on staying in the same place for any length of time.....not unless you're Rick Dees, and even he got the shaft by Clear Channel. Oh, let me clarify......I never "got" the shaft by CC, I just quit working for them. I got sick of it.

So guys and dolls, this next move will be number 33! At least Gareth will be here to share in the misery as well, or at the very least, put up with my misery.

Enough bellyaching about moving. Especially not when I've got the most wonderful 16 year old son who is helping out with so many things around here, including getting us packed and ready to go. And let me just add, he is so great with Gaby!!!! They've got a "mutual admiration club" going on and it's really adorable. Matt is such a big help with her. I never ask him to, he just does what ever he thinks needs to be done. It's little things like getting her in and out of her car seat, or playing with her, or just being an additional voice in the house to distract her. It's all good and I enjoy the help. Better than that, I enjoy the person providing the help.




Gaby's onesie says; "I'm the Little Sister"




And he's fun to have around the house too. Even if his attachment to the PC gets a bit trying at times, when I tell him it's time to get off of the computer, or if I give him a time that he needs to be off by, he's off. No complaints.



Of course, I'm discovering that there are just some things a mother does NOT, I repeat NOT need to know about what goes on in the mind of a 16 year old male, especially as it relates to the opposite sex (I'm traumatized for life by the things I've already found out, I even had to rinse my eyes with holy water! Oi!), and I'm learning that the less I know about those things, the better off I am! MUCH BETTER OFF.

Just the same, Gareth and I are currently scouting maximum security convents for when Gaby gets to that dreaded age. If they can hang onto her until she's oh, lets say, 50, that will be perfect!

Speaking of Gareth, we are in the FINAL days of the FINAL countdown to his FINAL, and I do mean FINAL homecoming. It's been 2 years and 2.5 months coming and I can't even begin to tell you how ecstatic I am that all this back and forth, trying to keep two households going, running up frequent flier miles, is going to be coming to an END! I know he's just as elated as I am that he'll be home with his girls, for good once and for all.

And on that note I'm going to close this latest missive and help get yet another box packed. Matt is happiest when he's busy and he's chomping at the bit to pack us up, so I need to go and give him some direction lest he pack up every little thing and leave me with naught to eat off of or cook in.

Hope you all had a great 4th. More from the GAGM crew soon.