When you are living at your mom’s house for your birthday
When you have to celebrate your birthday without a parent, for the first time
When the (very awesome) preschool director refers to your living situation as your “multi-generational household” but you keep thinking you are living a modern, middle-class version of Upstairs Downstairs, set to the soundtrack of Everyday I’m hustlin’
When you realize celebrating your kids’ birthday is more exciting than celebrating your own birthday
When you reach that turning point in your life where your birthday is no longer a celebration but a lamentation
When your big birthday date is over iced coffee and chocolate milk
When your son’s OT, who is about the same age, asks “Did you go to Colgate?” and then instead of telling you how a friend of hers went there, she proceeds to tell you that her friends are professors there, because that’s how old you are
When champagne and flowers are more than you expected
When you buy lottery tickets for the first time in your life on your birthday with the $46 collected from husband, mother, and grandmother which has to be a good omen, especially when the cashier hands you exactly 23 tickets for your 10/23 birthday
When Cheers is where everyone knows your name but home is where everyone knows it’s your birthday–your family friend who parks in your space as you leave the local shops, the neighbor who greets you in the driveway, the family friend and neighbor you see walking to pickup his daughter from piano lessons, your favorite friends who bring the Veuve, and you realize it’s so nice to be home
First–let me say this was not on my list of “things to write” at the start of the week AT ALL. This is a surprise ending for both T and I.
Today, Barack Obama’s birthday, we started preparing FOR OUR MOVE BACK TO WASHINGTON, DC! We are doing it for you, Barack. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
Okay that’s a lie—we are doing it because T got a job in DC.
He also had an offer for an internal promotion at (undisclosed employer). After an intense 72 hours, we came down on the side of the new job in DC. If you know me, you will think it sounds ludicrous there was any question, however, we really did struggle with weighing all the factors. OJ suggested we ask Alexa for a decision–if only it could be so easy! It’s such a big decision I felt knots in my stomach and couldn’t even sleep the night we made our decision.
Seriously–I had some big ideas about life here this year. Since we moved here it’s been like college in the sense that each year has had a different feel and focus—and I was really excited about what I had lined up for this year! Just this week I got accepted as a new contributor to ACMB. After last weekend’s bachelorette at Disneyland, I was really looking forward to our regular family trips to LA—driven by T’s PhD program at USC but envisioning Disneyland as our new home from home. Great optimism and hope. Always hope.
But to be honest, I also heard myself thinking, “I would LOVE a Suburban!” and worrying about losing myself by giving in to Texas and all its ways. And now, all those plans are out the window.
Instead we are moving forward in a big unknown way! We have “given notice” regarding our obligations here but the biggest mountain is scrambling to downsize our household and make our house presentable for show and sale. This was SO. NOT. IN THE PLAN. I so DO NOT DO chaos. Hahahaha—joke is on you, M! If only it was as easy as wearing this t-shirt.
If we ever get our house ready for public consumption, I’ll be impressed.
Selling it is a whole other thing, over which I have mostly no control, so “give it to God” as they say around here.
Maybe we will stay here until the house sells then pack and move. Maybe we will stay here through the end of next month and then migrate, house sold or not. CHOOSE JOY!
As the summer winds down and I see posts like this from Des on IG, I start dreaming about fall Saturday mornings when we all wake up, have breakfast, and turn on CollegeGameDay at 8:00am (Central time, y’all) just in time for the start, “WE’RE COMING TO YOUR CITY!!!” This year’s premiere was announced today, BARACK OBAMA’S BIRTHDAY, for September 1 in South Bend for Notre Dame-Michigan.
No matter how this all shakes out, I hope we can all be together as a family for as many College GameDay episodes as possible this fall.
I sincerely doubt we will be able to get to Dallas for the LSU season opener against Miami (“THE U”, whatever) on September 2, but Dallas/Ft. Worth IIIS on the #texas #bucketlist so maybe it will have to happen (also remaining on the list include Hamilton Pool Preserve, Houston, Schlitterbahn, and West Texas–that last one is definitely not going to happen).
I hope we are in DC by Halloween, even though Celina’s party is pretty fresh (delay move in order to vote for her in TX HD 121!). I’m always reminded on Halloween that walking is SCARY in Texas.
And the light at the end of the big unknown tunnel is being back in DC. My mom said don’t move for her—I said, don’t worry I am moving for Holy Trinity (and just in time for the church’s 225th birthday).
But the bottom line is that T’s new job makes it all possible. I hope this new opportunity is challenging and fulfilling for each and every one of us. Now the real work begins.
Choosing TODAY (Barack Obama’s birthday) to start walking, Little Miss is certainly making the move more challenging for her parents.
It has been bliss to be home at my mom’s house since Fourth of July, the events of which I’m calling #SummerAtSugars because my grandmother (who lives with my mom) is called Honey, so now my mom is Sugar (and we have Honey and Sugar). As we prepare to return to Texas tomorrow, I must share my musings over the past few weeks.
1. There are the things that will never change about home and all the things that have changed about home, including me.
The BRO culture at Lost Dog Cafe is alive and strong.
Harrison Street playground is a kid’s happy place.
I’m not hip enough, me with my double stroller, to pickup a salad at Sweetgreen for lunch and I’m out of practice because I didn’t think to use the app to order until after I had meltdown kids on my hands.
Wegmans is officially no longer my favorite grocery story–the store is setup like a rat maze, the car cart was poorly designed and hella heavy to push around said rat maze, and I was beyond frustrated navigating a store which with I am no longer familiar amidst the million other lost souls.
2. Everything keeps coming up Texas
I know–this is sooo amusing.
While at the Air and Space Museum, the mother and son looking at the map of airports in the United States zoomed to Dallas, their hometown
I visited with our family friends the Moriarity’s–I’ve always known Tom is a Texan but now that actually has meaning
And I caught this gem while hopelessly lost at Wegman’s–Colgate Bookstore I’ve got more brilliant merchandising ideas for you…
But this is my favorite–Little Miss picked up this lady on the bus, who was flying home to Houston
3. Planes, trains, automobiles and any construction vehicle
Sugar lives across the street from the site of a tear-down middle of construction new home, which means the skid steer is very busy and there are many sightings of flatbeds and dump trucks.
Sugar also lives along the flight path to DCA so we can watch planes (one after the other after the other after the other, lots of air traffic) from her front or back yard, but the plane watching was much improved after the tree trimmers came and gave the Crape Myrtles a haircut (so was the level of effort required for pool cleaning).
I brought the kids on a schlepp and a trek to BWI to check out the observation deck there, based a lead from Aunt M. We drove to Union Station, took a MARC train to BWI, took the shuttle bus from the train station to the airport, and stayed at the observation deck watching airplanes for three hours…
…to then do the whole thing in reverse (but getting an Amtrak train home in the afternoon). There were so many questions and moving parts and things to see this day, and this conductor was more than happy to answer OJ’s questions about the Amtrak train (where is it going? where did it come from? why can’t we sit next to each other? and so on and so forth, just. so. many. questions).
4. Are they growing too fast or not fast enough?!
Little Miss has the stairs down flat. OJ learned how to play solitaire.
Baby girl still isn’t walking. He still isn’t potty trained. It’s never-ending.
I discovered my new go-to jam at Starbucks–it’s an iced cold foam capp and features the new strawless “sippy cup” lid. Love it.
Little Miss is now one.
OJ had his first pedicure. The women swooned over him. I cringed that they do not have a kids rate.
5. Educational field trips
National Air and Space Museum
But my most favorite part about #SummerAtSugars…are all the small, daily moments of living together that FaceTime cannot overcome. The other morning, I got Honey all of her things (coffee, newspaper, yogurt, pills, turned her reading light on) and she says, “you did good but forgot one thing–my 2 cookies.” Lord.
My husband tells me he can’t wait until we get home, which I think is bollocks because I would love to have the house to myself, and ALL THAT SLEEP. OJ is big into the countdown until we go home too–the “sleeps until” count is always too many because he tells me, “that’s such a looong time!” and that he misses his fish.
Today, the last day of our trip, while Little Miss was crying about nothing, OJ said to her, “It’s okay. WE ARE GOING HOME TOMORROW!” Here, watching the rain from Aunt M’s window.
Selfishly I want to stay here longer but we must go for all kinds of reasons but ironically I really need to get home so I can go to my college roommate’s Peter Pan-themed bachelorette party at Disneyland next weekend, so I must leave my Neverland. Please pass the pixie dust.