It’s all a blur to me

Sorry for abandoning the blog for the last few days. We got to close on Friday after all. We were told that there was no way it would happen since the mortgage company was flooded out thanks to the hurricane in Jacksonville. (It’s a small world after all.) Then, they sent a skeleton crew in through the floods to retrieve the paperwork of everyone who was trying to close on Friday. We went from wait-and-see to “Can you make it to closing in the next 20 minutes?” faster than you could blink your eye.

So we closed. The house is wonderful. It’s bright during the day and dark and quiet at night with a floor plan so great that it could have been designed just for us. Except that it was built the same year my husband was born, and I wasn’t even a twinkle in my daddy’s eye at that point.

Some friends of the Computer Guy showed up on Saturday morning at 8:30 to help us move. By 2:00 the U-Haul was unloaded and the big stuff and boxes were in the house and the garage. As I looked at our “hired help”, I couldn’t help but think about how things have changed. When I met these guys they were all hourly employees working temp jobs for the state. They are now all executives in their respective companies. Then it hit me. We’re grown-ups now. Funny that the 5 kids don’t make me feel old, but the success of our friends and their lofty sounding job titles made me realize that we’re no longer the crazy kids just starting out. These guys train those kids we used to be. And they’re great guys. Heck, for all their lofty stature they still showed up to help us move.

Four days after moving in and we’ve started school for the year. I was having heart palpitations about not educating my children properly and they would end up ignorant and living at home when they were 30….I love them, but someday they need to get out. We’re already behind where we normally would be at this time of the year. We should be on week 3 instead of day 1. We’ll get there, it just means no Christmas vacation so we can catch up. The kids won’t mind that, will they?

Bottom line is: we’re here. Home at last. In a house that feels like us. I can’t remember a house making me feel this peaceful since…well, ever really. We swam in the neighborhood pool today. It was great as a bribe for reluctant scholars. No math, no swimming. Tomorrow is another day of unpacking more boxes. Tonight….tonight I will curl up in bed and watch the Democratic Convention and yell and throw things at the screen. My beloved Computer Guy is out of town for two days so there’s no one to tell me turn it off. Politics all night…bliss.