House is almost sorted. Meaning, I've touched EVERY SINGLE PIECE of our inventory. Playroom will be done tonight and then the albatross hanging from my neck (I feel so smart writing that) will be gone soon. Goal for the end of the week is to have everything donated, up for sale, trashed, or with the intention of keeping. Pray for us.
That leaves 2 weeks to pack. I think I can. I think I can.
Movers have been secured. The truck has been reserved. We're buying space on a freight carrier, rather than driving a U Haul, for several reasons. It's about the same price after you factor in gas money, food on the road, a few hotel nights with the fam, etc. Plus, our sanity has a better chance for preservation if we're not driving one of those trucks.
So, onto jobs. A few prospects are looking good for Blake. I'll feel great when we're "done" in that department.
I've been thinking of working at Dash. But, then, Kim might want to be BFF and things would get awkward once she read my blog and saw this pic and all my "Ooh lah lah" talk about Reggie Bush:
Remember? Yeah, I don't think that will work out.
The search continues.
We hope to also have the home/apartment/condo/townhome/any livable space search done by the end of this week, too. Californians love the color white. And, granite. And, palm trees.
I know the map of southern California quite well now. And, we've extended our search up to the O.C. (Pretty sure they don't call it that out there. Must consult, Cam, cousin extraordinaire.) This will give us better availability for Los Angeles should we find work there.
With all that being said, I'm considering narrowing down our options to who takes photos with the toilet seat down. Seriously? I start screaming in this house of 3 children when the seat is up. Why would an agent not put it down in an empty condo?
Moving on to the Starnes kids.....
Jack and Lainey got married recently. Their first dance:
Jack hauled Lainey's baby changer upstairs just for the occasion because it plays music and people hear music when they get married. THAT is love, people.
Then, he lost interest and our bride was left to do pictures on her own. No worries. They get married a lot these days. To each other. We haven't had that talk, obviously.
We've also been skipping naptime in an effort to put kids down earlier and do more
In other news, Carter is successfully boring every one at school with our moving plans. Hell, even I'm sick of hearing about them. I can only imagine what his teachers are going through.
He's also a head taller than most kids in his class. Supposed to be 6' 4". Blake's gonna get his booty kicked soon enough by one of his sons. Awesome.
How do we know this? The doctor did some calculator-type-formula when Carter was 4 and it showed he's going to be pretty tall. We don't know about Jack. Because he wouldn't stand still long enough to measure his height at his 4 year old check up. I'm thinking this contributed to the "behavior misconduct" label in his file. I think I will conveniently forget to have those forwarded to our new pediatrician in California.
Clean slates for everyone! Woo hoo!
Lainey has more dress up princess outfits than she has clothes at this point. And, I honestly don't care. If she's happy, we get more done.
I think that's it, folks! Back to house hunting......