I’m still in Florida. Because I live here now. My older girls are struggling a bit with the move. Dylan says the school smells like fish so I told her to just imagine she’s visiting an aquarium. Summer liked it the first day and now hates it.
They miss their friends. I miss my friends. I went to a preschool orientation and watched all the moms talking to each other and just willed myself not to cry.
At the end of the orientation, they showed us this tear jerker YouTube clip with this woman whose kids are all grown up and she is just so sad. Have you seen it? It’s poignant and touching but it’s so depressing. Basically she is very regretful because she never appreciated the ordinary days when her kids were young. I get the message and I’m sure I’ll miss my kids like mad when they go off to college or beauty school but I couldn’t help think this woman should pick up tennis or Bingo or some kind of fulfilling hobby. God, I hope I have a hobby when my kids leave me.
But there have been some uplifting moments. Like finding out there is a nail salon here in town that is also a bar. Because everyone knows a Chardonnay buzz is just what you need when you have a freshly painted, still wet pedicure.
And that’s not all. Because I found out a friend of ours in New York got pulled over for flossing his teeth while driving. And he got a ticket. FOR FLOSSING AND DRIVING.
And then another friend sent me this…
So that definitely helped.
Finally, I had this enormous accomplishment. I was in the grocery store with Rick, the twins and baby Cash, buying mountains of food to stock our new house. Cash was screaming like crazy. He was hungry. There was nowhere to nurse him. We had to get home to make dinner. So I put him in the Bjorn facing me and attempted to nurse him while I grocery shopped.
I have a friend in New York who used to do this trick with her baby but she’s super athletic and probably competes in Bjorn nursing competitions or something. But I had never attempted such a thing.
But you know what? It worked. I don’t know how. But it did.
I’m thinking that if I can nurse a baby while grocery shopping with my 3-year-old twins, I can probably do anything. Like maybe even adjust to life in Florida.
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