I Left a Part of My Heart in Norfolk Virginia ….

It the last weekend we really got to spend as a family, I mean like when the kids were both younger and having slumber parties in mom n dads room. It was and will be one of the best nights of my life! It’s rare that we are all in the same place at one time but all the stars aligned and it was just perfection.

The ride to VA was cool, even though I spent most of it in the back seat, mainly because Andrew is like 6 feet tall and I’m only 5 feet and I felt he should be comfortable being the fact he’s going to be living in a ship for the next year.  My NAVY boy!  We got there on Friday and we stayed with him until Sunday. He and his father bonded so much on the ride. It was so great to witness that. To listen to them. See them laugh and crack open a beer together at the hotel. We talked, ate and we laughed! Its one of those times that you know will be etched into your brain for a long time.

He could not check into his ship until Monday, but we had to get back to NY and well its not like its down the road. Sat night somewhere around midnight i was just kinda looking around the room not sleeping because I did not want it to end and I knew when I did go to sleep and wake up the next day it was time to go. I know we will be together again soon, BUT that’s my boy, my first born and I’m supposed to just leave you there. I promised myself no tears and its just a see you later kid, but that of course did not happen! And I left a part of my heart in Virginia.

We are so proud of you kid! We love you to the moon and back, ALWAYS and FOREVER!

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Brothers, My Heart ❤️, My Boys

Since moving back into our old place every where I turn there is a memory! Well last night we were all siting at our kitchen table and the boys were playing around and then this happened.. I could not help myself but to put the two photos together they are taken 10 years apart from each other! Talk about De Ja Vo!!❤️️😍

Pets + Moving = STRESS

So where were we, Oh yeah time to move the pets! So as you already know our family consists of Humans, Dogs, 1 Cat ,Bearded Dragon named Odie & Fish! So the time came to get the dogs over, Bella our Boxer and Bailey our Maltese. They had been to moms before as you know from my previous blog during the open house. We had been moving stuff from 8 am that morning, set up 2 bedrooms been back and forth to the storage unit a few times and both of us were wiped out! We had only eaten pizza so energy levels were down and to be honest I needed SLEEP.

Now I had put Oldies light on a timer to go off the next morning, and feed the cat cleaned the litter and left the air on so it would not get hot! I had to go back the next day to finish collecting odds and ends and get the rest of the crew.  Time to harness up the dogs and get them into the van to take to 20 min ride to the new place! THIS RIDE FELT LIKE 20 HOURS!

Besides the van being backed with stuff we left room for the dogs to lay down. But laying down for Bella was not an option.. My husband (she loves him like he’s hers) told her “ok Bella, get in the van and look for me” . He was in the truck in front of me. So she did just that, Stood up with he to front paws on the passenger seat of the van and watched his every move! BELLA I yell, Sit down! Nothing, no blink no eye contact nothing. Bailey just sat there wondering where the HELL are we going?

OMG she had me so nervous cause 1 I’m driving a van with only 2 seats and no way to belt them in and if you could have seen he back legs they were so tense it was crazy, and 2 it was almost 11 pm and I was to say the least tired! We pull up at moms and the first thing I have to do is walk them so they don’t walk into the house and piddle, THAT was interesting! A tired mom and 2 riled up pups. BUT we survived. Bella even got a new bed! Bailey just sleeps with us

Now.. the next morning comes we go for a walk and start to settle down a bit we all eat and now its time to go back to the house to get a few odds and ends and grab the rest of the crew who at this point now wonder where are the humans? Now remember I have packed everything up..Not thinking I have nothing to move the fish with, cause picking up a 10 gallon tank filled with water… not so smart! So the next best thing is the only option I have, my ice bucket..ohh and a paper Burger King cup. I know your laughing now because I was! I literally chased this fish down with a cup, took me like 25 min to get him..every time I thought I had him he escaped. jeeeeez  Odie well that was easy, open the tank put him in the travel tank and load him up. Now the cat.. you would think this would be a cintch…yeah , NO it was not. shes a big girl and an indoor cat who like to eat. So… BIC cat small cary case that I have not used in 8 years. Fun times(not). By this point its dark I have been doing this now for 1 to many hours and I’m done!

LOAD EM UP….

 

All went well even though Missy(the cat ) did nothing but scream the entire 20 min ride so loud that it was hard to drive. But everyone has made there spot in Our New/Old home. Missy actually was quite familiar with this place as she was here 9 years prior.

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So all is well on the home front, and tomorrow is a new day, I have some exciting news to share so stay tuned .. ill give you a hint..I have not seen him In almost 7 months!

SOLD! Now What???

So now the house is sold and the real work begins! First and foremost a storage unit for all the most prized possessions that we have acquired over the past almost 10 years! Until that moment we really had no clue as to how much stuff we really had strewn across the thing we called our home!

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Room by room we went, well-tried to..I’m kind of no good at that I was all over the place, one room and then the next room and back to the first one! Well that got old after the first day, and then my husband stepped it and put his foot down. WE NEED TO GO ROOM BY ROOM he says! The plan is 7 days this house is empty & we go to closing! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! That’s the night I had a mini break down and cried. Pack what we need and put the rest in storage. How do I know what I need in 12 days from now, 1 month from now even 3 months from now????? OMG OMG .. I’m stressing out. Since we were moving into our old apt we still needed our bedroom set and bed our kitchen table and our hutch all of our clothing, TV’s and ya know the essentials. We were going to bring our couches and stuff but being the fact they were over 10 years old they went to the curb. You have not seen anything until you watch the garbage truck slowly crush 12 years worth of memories that happened on that couch. Kinda a strange feeling!

I can tell you this… I have soooooo many pictures and frames, I mean boxes and boxes of them! Why cause we actually had a CAMERA and developed film! Needles to say I still had unopened boxes of stuff from when we moved in, apparently I did not miss them so I quickly went through them but chucked most of it. Bags and bags of stuff we did not even need. So we just trashed a lot of it.

I decided that I wanted to have a garage sale cause ya know other people might want the stuff I don’t want to pack. So on the Saturday the week before we close I decide to have the 2 nd one. I had one two weeks prior before we left on vacation. So I pulled out all the tables once again and sat outside in the blazing hot sun and yes I had a tent for myself. Slowly but surely things sold, pretty much gave a lot of it away. Then guess what happened….. The skies opened UP! Anything that was not water proof went into the garbage ( well that made it allot easier) everything else went to the curb.

Now came time to actually get the suff out of the house..It was My husband, myself and our son, (12 years old) I don’t think I had ever seen him pick up an entire dresser and get it down a flight of stairs  (full,6 drawers the long kind, cause by the time it came to do that we were so tired that if we could save 10 min we would)  Put that baby upright on the dolly and he looked at me and said well if it falls down the stairs just let it go! Looks at me again and say Hail Mary and down each step he went and I held my breath until we got It all in the truck. We did this numerous amounts of time with each piece of furniture. until the house was empty. Also a 10 x 10 storage unit gets really full really quickly!  I put over 400 miles on the truck going back and forth, I lifted more boxes than I care to ever do again, I was sore and bruised, WE were tired, and we were sill working each day as well.

But GUESS What ..we did it! We worked together as a team, MY husband is my superman and he worked his ASS off!

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Stay tuned to hear our adventure in actually getting all the furniture and all the pets into the apartment..2 Dogs 1 cat 1 bearded dragon and a fish!

 

 

Lets Sell It….

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This was our lil home

About 3 months ago it hit us, ITS TIME TO SELL OUR HOUSE! With the market going up and the fact that it is a seller’s market we said HEY, What the hell let’s see what happens if we put the house on the market. I have a friend Caroline (click here to see her link) who happens to be FANTASTIC real estate agent as well as my sons best friends mom! Her and I have become closer over the years, our boys have pretty much been best friends for what feels like ever but they are only 12! Anywho… we had her over to come and give us an appraisal on our home, which she had been to like a million times. So she throws out a number at us, $380,000!  Ok we can work with that. So we sign some papers on Monday and on the market it goes by Friday.

Now for any of you that have sold a home before it can get kind of stressful. Mind you I have a child,(Tween) 2 dogs, a cat and we both work full-time. But you have to be pretty much ready at all times, house needs to be pretty much spotless for when the phone rings and people want to see the house. Do you know how NOT easy that is! Before it was even officially on the market we had 3 people come look. OHHH yeah she is that good! Created quite a buzz for us. Well now Friday comes around and I get an email with the link to our house! WOW, that’s a surreal feeling.. like hmmmm we did it, now lets see if people actually want it!

OPEN HOUSE DAY! Get that apple pie in the oven on low to make the house smell ohhhhhh so good then, I pack up the car with the dogs, gates food bowls, the kids(cause we bring Jason’s Best Fiend whenever he’s available) and over to moms house we go for  a day at the pool(and for the dogs to get used to the new house we ill be in ). I keep getting updates as to what’s going on and it went really well! a few very interested. as well as an offer. Hmmmmm ok so people do like the house. Sunday rolls around and it was like the movie Groundhog Day.(lol).  Monday rolls around and I get a call that people want to see the house at 12 noon ish, UMMMM I WORK, but ok let’s do this, Tuesday another call (actually the Tuesday people now own it). Mind you I have to get the dogs out of the house for each one of these showing and either sit I the backyard or walk with them for an hour! It was also JULY! So it was HOT!

By Thursday we had 3 offers( GET THIS… ALL AT ASKING PRICE) WOW, we were like OK sooooo how do we choose? How do you choose? How do you tell 2 other couples No, I’m so sorry but we accepted an offer without wondering.. Will they take as good care of it as we did ? Will they love my neighbors like we did? It’s not easy but in the end we picked who we thought was the BEST couple who is expecting a baby!

Needless to say 1 month from listing the house to closing on the house I think is pretty good!

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Stay Tuned to hear about our Packing Adventures. A whole house in 1 week, and in a 10 x 10 storage unit????  Add a week vacation ( St.Thomas cause its the Caribbean and I needed to go!) in their cause you know we need to go on vacation before we even begin to pack up and entire house…and my husband decided we can do this just you and me  (probably was not the smartest idea, but … ehh, It’s all about the experiance…

What a wonderful way to end our weekend

So i know they say that a picture is worth a million words, and it was a slow weekend with some BBQ and some grilled donuts with the most increadable strawberry sauce made by my sister from another mother. The kids played outside, they got dirty and sweaty and were running around like crazy animals along with my crazy dogs.. Its not to hot yet but not quite warm enough to sit outside for dinner..But it was relaxing… All i have to say is Sunday Funday with the family!

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Dear less then perfect mom

I found this on accident but loved it so much i had to share with all moms

I’ve seen you around. I’ve seen you screaming at your kids in public, I’ve seen you ignoring them at the playground, I’ve seen you unshowered and wearing last night’s pajama pants at preschool drop-off. I’ve seen you begging your children, bribing them, threatening them. I’ve seen you shouting back and forth with your husband, with your mom, with the police officer at the crosswalk.
I’ve seen you running around with your kids, getting dirty and occasionally swearing audibly when you bang a knee. I’ve seen you sharing a milkshake with a manic 4-year-old. I’ve seen you wiping your kids’ boogers with your bare palm, and then smearing them on the back of your jeans. I’ve seen you carry your toddler flopped over the crook of your arm while chasing a runaway ball.
I’ve also seen you gritting your teeth while your kid screamed at you for making him practice piano, or soccer, or basket weaving or whatever it was. I’ve seen you close your eyes and breathe slowly after finding a gallon of milk dumped into your trunk. I’ve seen you crying into the sink while you desperately scrub crayon off your best designer purse. I’ve seen you pacing in front of the house.
I’ve seen you at the hospital waiting room. I’ve seen you at the pharmacy counter. I’ve seen you looking tired and frightened.
I’ve seen a lot of you, actually.
I see you every single day.
I don’t know if you planned to be a parent or not. If you always knew from your earliest years that you wanted to bring children into the world, to tend to them, or if motherhood was thrust upon you unexpectedly. I don’t know if it meets your expectations, or if you spent your first days as a mom terrified that you would never feel what you imagined “motherly love” would feel like for your child. I don’t know if you struggled with infertility, or with pregnancy loss, or with a traumatic birth. I don’t know if you created your child with your body, or created your family by welcoming your child into it.
But I know a lot about you.
I know that you didn’t get everything that you wanted. I know that you got a wealth of things you never knew you wanted until they were there in front of you. I know that you don’t believe that you’re doing your best, that you think you can do better. I know you are doing better than you think.
I know that when you look at your child, your children, you see yourself. And I know that you don’t, that you see a stranger who can’t understand why the small details of childhood that were so important to you are a bother to this small person who resembles you.
I know that you want to throw a lamp at your teenager’s head sometimes. I know you want to toss your 3-year-old out the window once in a while.
I know that some nights, once it’s finally quiet, you curl up in bed and cry. I know that sometimes, you don’t, even though you wanted to.
I know that some days are so hard that all you want is for them to end, and then at bedtime your children hug you and kiss you and tell you how much they love you and want to be like you, and you wish the day could last forever.
But it never does. The day always ends, and the next day brings new challenges. Fevers, heartbreak, art projects, new friends, new pets, new fights. And every day you do what you need to do.
You take care of things, because that’s your job. You go to work, or you fill up the crock pot, or you climb into the garden, or strap the baby to your back and pull out the vacuum cleaner.
You drop everything you’re doing to moderate an argument over whose turn it is to use a specifically colored marker, or to kiss a boo-boo, or to have a conversation about what kind of lipstick Pinocchio’s Mommy wears.
I know that you have tickle fights in blanket forts, and that you have the words to at least eight different picture books memorized. I’ve heard that you dance like a wild woman when it’s just you and them. That you have no shame about farting or belching in their presence, that you make up goofy songs about peas and potatoes and cheese.
I know that an hour past bedtime, you drop what you’re doing and trim the fingernail that your 3-year-old insists is keeping her up. I know that you stop cleaning dishes because your kids insist you need to join their tea party. I know you fed your kids PB&J for four days straight when you had the flu. I know that you eat leftover crusts over the sink while your kids watch “Super Why.”
I know you didn’t expect most of this. I know you didn’t anticipate loving somebody so intensely, or loathing your post-baby body so much, or being so tired or being the mom you’ve turned out to be.
You thought you had it figured out. Or you were blind and terrified. You hired the perfect nanny. Or you quit your job and learned to assemble flat-packed baby furniture. You get confused by the conflict of feeling like nothing has changed since you were free and unfettered by children, and looking back on the choices you made as though an impostor was wearing your skin.
You’re not a perfect mom. No matter how you try, no matter what you do. You will never be a perfect mom.
And maybe that haunts you. Or maybe you’ve made peace with it. Or maybe it was never a problem to begin with.
No matter how much you do, there is always more. No matter how little you do, when the day is over, your children are still loved. They still smile at you, believing you have magical powers to fix almost anything. No matter what happened at work, or at school, or in playgroup, you have still done everything in your power to ensure that the next morning will dawn and your children will be as happy, healthy, and wise as could possibly be hoped.
There’s an old Yiddish saying: “There is one perfect child in the world, and every mother has it.”
Unfortunately, there are no perfect parents. Your kids will grow up determined to be different than you. They will grow up certain that they won’t make their kids take piano lessons, or they’ll be more lenient, or more strict, or have more kids, or have fewer, or have none at all.
No matter how far from perfect you are, you are better than you think.
Someday your kids will be running around like crazy people at synagogue and concuss themselves on a hand rail, and somebody will still walk up to you and tell you what a beautiful family you have. You’ll be at the park and your kids will be covered in mud and jam up to the elbows, smearing your car with sugary cement, and a pregnant lady will stop and smile at you wistfully.
No matter how many doubts you might have, you never need doubt this one thing: You are not perfect.
And that’s good. Because really, neither is your child. And that means nobody can care for them the way you can, with the wealth of your understanding and your experience. Nobody knows what your child’s squall means, or what their jokes mean, or why they are crying better than you do.
And since no mother is perfect, chances are you are caught in a two billion way tie for Best Mom in the World.
Congratulations, Best Mom in the World. You’re not perfect.
You are as good as anybody can get.