Oh, Transitions

Davis is slowly still adjusting to being in Houston, and the poor guy is taking a little longer than I thought. Every day he asks me when he is going to go home. He even brought up his buddy from McKinney, which was house #2 for him. And that was also about 8 months ago. If you're just starting to read, we have now moved 4 times in a year. Yes, freaking shoot me in the face. This week, Michael had to leave to go out of town VERY expectantly. And when I say VERY, he came home in a tizzy, saying he had ten minutes to pack a bag and a car was waiting for him outside. He has yet to come home. So now, Davis thinks we have moved to a new place, and daddy is never coming home. Needless to say, this week has sucked like major! We had to go by the new house this week to pick out fixtures, flooring, etc (which by the way, Davis was awesome, especially being there for FOUR hours!) so overall, was a trooper! I've been trying to explain that we will be moving in soon, and that's our new house. Davis is so confused and last night, asked me if daddy was going to be at the new house when we move. My poor little guy.
I also haven't been able to leave Davis at the gym for very long to go workout. And I mean, like 10 minutes, and they are paging me over the speaker system to return to the childcare room. He's beat red, in hysterics, and screaming for mommy. While on one hand, it's sweet he wants me, but worries me at the same time. He is used to going to the gym everyday. This whole move has set him over the edge. I can't put him down, leave his sight, and he hasn't been wanting to eat as much since Michael has gone out of town. I have that helpless sense, of not really knowing how to handle this at the moment. It's frustrating, tiresome, and of course, worries me. I hate that my little baby is having a rough time right now. He just seems worried and scared. Like he's afraid I'm going to turn the corner and run off and leave him.

All I know to do is talk to him and tell him everything is going to be okay. That mommy is here, and daddy is just at work. And don't worry, we are going to get settled next month. Everything is okay. And to pray and pray hard. I don't want my little baby scared.

It's Moving Time...Again.

If you have been reading my blog for a while, then you know we JUST moved. And when I saw just moved, I mean we moved in to our current house in January. I'm pretty sure there are boxes still in the attic that we have yet to unpack. We had been in East Texas for several years, but our whole goal was to be back in the Dallas area. Of course, I have been elated being back here. My friends and family are here so it is wonderful being close to them again. But seeing as how life throws you the fastest curve balls, especially when you aren't ready to catch them, you just have to get that mitt on fast and throw it back. I haven't exactly thrown it back yet. I think I'm still processing this information like I just found out about it yesterday.

So, why are we moving, you ask? Well, since you are dying to know, I guess I'll tell you. Last year, Michael went to Tulsa to fill in for someone while they were out of town for two weeks. Davis and I went to visit Michael for a few days to hang out. I actually thought Tulsa was very nice! We went to the zoo, the aquarium, and other fun family places while we were there. So, while I thought it was nice, I never in a million years thought we would be moving there. Yes, Tulsa is where we are moving to. That same company called and offered a deal that we are obviously not able to turn down. So now the transition begins. And so do the stresses.

(This was on a bathroom door I saw on the way back to Texas. Seriously? I will send you smoke signals and you can come save me.)

Michael started his new job last week, and while he was working, I went for the week to help him look for apartments. UGGG!! Having to get an apartment while having a mortgage is just a tad overwhelming. If someone has any miracle grow for my money tree, I would really appreciate it. We found an apartment last week that we started to fill out the paper work on. I thought everything was peachy, but apparently not. I think I have become a victim of identity theft. I was flagged for being incarcerated for theft and auto theft in 2009. Come on, I may be a little wild, but I'm no clepto! Lord, help me. So while that is being handled, I am crossing my fingers that it is all settled. Oh, I was also born in 1968. I look damn good, don't I? Sheesh.

The sign was put in the yard just yesterday, and we had our first showing today. Wow!! I am crossing my fingers, toes, and eyes that we are able to sell this sucker soon. Looking for a house in the area??

While I know things will be better in the long run, things are just overly stressful right now. Davis wakes up and is always looking for Michael, confused as to where he has been. I also think he believes he is being punished because I have to keep all of his toys in the garage for when people view the house. His sad little face when he looks outside to see if Michael's car is there makes me want to cry. His tantrums that he has been throwing to show me how upset he is, is making me want to scream. The added stress is a lot! Serenity now, Davis!

And when this child throws a tantrum, he throws a tantrum. All DAY! But go figure he's an absolute angel when he's with others. Why is that? Riddle me this.

So, for now, I'm trying to stay calm and am praying Davis' baby horns stay in.