That's right, I am literally in the process of packing up our home {okay, technically I'm literally in the process of taking a blogging break while packing up our home} I am a consortment of all types of emotions. I am so proud of my husband for getting a promotion he so deserved, I'm excited for growth, I'm terrified for growth, I'm {HEARTBROKEN} that my mom will no longer be 4 minutes from me at any time of the day, I'm hopeful, I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm curious for adventure, I'm every emotion under the sun and mostly I am just stressed.
On the ever bright side, I think Liam is having the time of his little life with it all, seriously! Like any new toddler he loves special emphasis on {LOVES} opening drawers and getting into cabinets. I've spent a lot of time first going through and organizing all of our drawers and cabinets before packing so that I wouldn't be in a hysterical rage as to why our kitchen drawer has so many bathroom items in them and our bathroom drawers have so many office supplies and skittles wrappers while trying to pack {if your wondering if those things were really in those drawers....I'm pleading the fifth.} Yeah, he digs going through cabinets, he even helps {put everything into the wrong boxes}, We sold our bed set so the mattress is currently on the floor......apparently this is the coolest thing since apple juice to happen to our little man since he literally can not look {even peripherally} at our bed down the hall without running into our room and {literally} belly flopping on it.
I. die. every. single. time.
I'm packing and cleaning and planning and replanning and it is all pretty darn overwhelming. We have so little time to figure out so much and it is {BEYOND} hard. Its hard to pack up Liams room and pray that whomever rents our home from us doesn't ask me to paint his room and on that note, its hard to let someone rent our home, what if it doesn't work out and I want to come back like you know the following Thursday and now I've agreed to let someone live here, it's hard to pack up my home and not know where the boxes are going because I don't have a new home for us picked out yet because I'm too scared to buy a second home right now without knowing the area at all and too picky to rent, seriously, Bryan doesn't even have to roll his eyes anymore you can just tell he has mentally done so every time I point out that a house has white walls {but you have to think of those things! I can paint my walls any color I please right now but when renting you cant and there isn't a doubt in my mind that Liam will definitely be that toddler that makes a white walls worst enemy}, it's hard to have to accept change and leave all of our family and friends, it's just {really} hard.
Its temporary 2 years or less and then they will be opening the location we'd ultimately like to be at, its likely going to be okay, Bryan will be a rock star in his new role its with no doubt and I will probably find, meet and befriend other moms who are normal moms and not part time showgirls and exotic dancers {not that I'm judging} I know that my friends and family are actually probably more likely to take a weekend trip to Vegas than many other places and it is probably going to be kind of cool to live in the capitol of buffets.
I will {DEFINITELY} be using my blog to document our adventures in tackling {Sin City}, I hope you'll all read along.
