Moving sucks. Moving 1600 miles away from everything and everyone you've ever known and loved super sucks. This move hasn't exactly been easy on this family. Here are just a few examples of things that have made this move, ah, awesome.
Potty training with an almost 3 year old. For whatever reason, the little guy chose day 3 in Virginia to start giving a damn about the potty. He's not what you would call a "pro" at it.
Living in a 1 bedroom hotel. With 3 kids. And a dog. And only 1 car. I feel like that doesn't need further explanation.
Chicken pox, times 3. Yes, all 3 of my children have had the chicken pox since getting here, which is fine because I'm glad we got it out of the way, but quarantine would have gone more smoothly if we weren't literally sitting on top of each other.
Teething. Because teething toddlers make everything easier.
Our house being broken into. I just love getting a phone call at 3:00 in the morning from Denver Police telling me they caught a burglar in our house. Thankfully the neighbor heard and called the cops, but not before the jackass shattered all of the kids piggy banks and destroyed a wooden box that my mom got in Turkey in the '70s. The plus side is that this was the guys 3rd offense and he is looking at 10-15 years in prison. Oh, and he didn't actually get away with any of our stuff.
Facing double mortgage payments. Until yesterday we were looking at closing on the new house and still owning our old one. But we got an offer, finally, so we'll just have the one payment. And we close on our new house the 21st which means we have just 3 weeks left in this hotel room, so ya know, we've got that going for us.
Remind to never move again.