Embrace the Poison.

yogimom2
Apr 3, 2015
5 min read

We are working tirelessly to get everything moved into the new place by the end of the week. My parents have been true champs throughout this process, staying here in Virginia, helping us out in any & every way they possibly can. Cooking, packing, painting, running girls to & from everything, fighting traffic, chasing Jabba man, etc. They're back to Ohio now, but they're likely going to need an extended vacation after this trip of chaos! I am one lucky daughter & hope I can offer our kids the same loving support when they are all grown up & making their way in life. This week has been challenging physically, but emotionally I know it’s hard on the girls as well. They are looking forward to getting into the new house & especially to their upcoming Spring break. They need some downtime from soccer & track & school & the bedlam our life has become as of late. They need their own rooms again & for those rooms to be unpacked & orderly. They need their ‘stuff’ to be available & to not be living out of boxes anymore. Kids are resilient. They’re not suffering or hurting in anyway because of this process. It's exciting. They are blessed & loved, always. But they are ready for some routine, some normalcy & most importantly they need to find their rhythm in this new town, new school, new home, new life. Keely’s first and last track meet of the season was this week. She will no longer represent Blair Middle School & that’s a big deal in the life of a 13-year-old. That’s a stiff change, a brave, strong attitude is needed to digest & tackle the newness that is coming her way. Keely is a remarkably solid individual. She (seemingly) has this entire situation on ‘lockdown’ in her head. Sure, there’s some trepidation, but she’s surprisingly ready to embrace her new Va Beach “Panther” mascot at her new Va Beach middle school & try out for new teams, while making new friends & new memories. She's a go-getter to say the least. Teagan is ready to have a clean house again. The child would move to Afghanistan tomorrow if it meant cleanliness & tidiness in her world was imminent. She just does not thrive in messy, half lived-in spaces. She is her Father’s daughter. Believe me when I say, the apple does not fall far from the tree. They both need minimal crap in her line of vision at all times & they despise trash & clutter & ‘things’ that serve no purpose. I love that about them both! Teagan’s room is spotless 95% of the time & everything has a place. There’s times I walk into my own kitchen & realize she has cleaned out the junk drawer or the refrigerator. She’s amazing. She’s so thrilled at the idea of being able to help with the organizational aspects of our new abode. I adore her for that, and for countless other reasons. My daughters are precious gifts from God. Who would I be without them? Who cares? I don't. My world is whole because of them. Wheeeew! I think I’m more nervous than they are about this transition! It’s all so bittersweet. Change is awesome & I know we’ll all rock this new experience to the fullest, as we have every other major life change we’ve endured. But still… There’s that ‘butterfly Mommy tumtum’ that gets a little frazzled at the thought of her babes starting all over again as the ‘new kid’ & so on & so forth. It’s all good & well. It’s just those darn unknown buggers that creep & crawl into my mind & tickle the anxiety spots to no end. At any rate, we are about 2 kayaks, 2 dachshunds, a canoe, a surfboard, a paddleboard & a teakettle away from being completely moved out of the rental. The new roof is amazing. Every time I drive up to the new place, I look at that roof & just feel my anxiety melt away. I guess the calm that washes over my body when I think about having a home with new appliances that work & a roof that won’t leak & warmth that exists because of quality insulation & new windows that will keep the cold out & the heat in, is an honest to goodness, true example of what it feels like to be an actual, real-life adult! HA! My how our priorities change over the years. I’m blissfully grateful for so many reasons. Knowing my family can settle in & grow in a safe & sound space is the most wonderful blessing I can imagine right now. I don’t take it for granted. I never will. So, the pest dudes (aka: termite company) came to the house & finished up all of the necessary repairs. As part of the financing/HUD requirements, they had to replace some old termite damage beneath the house. That means replacing a few floor joists, putting down a new vapor barrier & spraying lots of “extremely safe for people & pets” poison in the ground around our home. The guy (who was adorable & looked about 7-years-old) was so reassuring that this type of chemical spray & treatment is completely safe, but I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday morning. Basically I’m now pretty much convinced that right after we move in, the entire family will all absolutely suffer permanent neurological damage for the rest of our lives – assuming we survive at all. I hate crap like this. BUT, I’m not calling the shots. If we want to get financed, we embrace the poison. We love the old place, so.... Anyway, the girls & I recently watched the stars fade from the sky as we entered back into the bright noise of city. A few more days & we can admire each & every speck of the heavens, framed by trees, reflecting on water, every single night. I’ll drink in the Universe daily when this is all over… Preferably at dusk in a hammock with a cold beverage.

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Adorable little man child exterminator & his sidekick working diligently, making repairs beneath the house. I know nothing about their line of work, but they are fast & efficient & seemingly doing a wonderful job. So I'm grateful they are here. I could do without their poison, but so far their general existence in our world has been a positive thing. That's all I have to say about that.