I will treat you well My sweet angel So help me, Jesus

Since October, I joined the DC Moms Blog and proceeded to not write in the Tottering Hall blog, as promised.

In addition, if you really don’t know here are the big notes:

  • we sold our house and bought a condo
  • OJ got the flu, twice
  • Colgate went to the Big Dance, so I followed them
  • we found a water leak, hired a contractor (finally), finally got condo approval and hopefully will move in before the new millenium
  • our car has spent over two months at the dealership for a new engine
  • I took a new job

Hopefully the pool at Casa 4604 will be ready for swimming soon.

But these are the thoughts and feelings that are staying strong within my heart.

I don’t think our life is getting less complicated but I hope to invest in my own health and happiness by blogging here more. When I can’t get to the blog though, I’m most reliable on Instagram (of all places) lately. Follow me there for the in between times:


Life at the Hall

Turning 37 on 37th Street

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 

Life at the Hall

HAPPY #ObamaDay

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.

Our President Was Called Barack

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.


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