Four days ago my husband moved out in order to start his new job half way across the country. When I use that phrase with my friends they tell me it "sounds bad". The fact is, it's true: he did move out. No, our marriage is not breaking up and no, we're not going to permanently live separately but who knows when we'll all be living together again. I doubt it will be before Labor Day and we'd be lucky (in this down with its slow real estate market) if that happens before New Year's Day.
It was strange looking over to his bathroom sink and seeing all of my husband's shaving stuff gone. All that was left was a couple of toiletries that apparently he doesn't need after all. I put it all away, thinking how the real estate agent will tell me to make all of our horizontal surfaces clear. All his stuff out on the counter did always bug me, but now when I look at that area it looks empty and artificial and wrong.
Even though compared to my friends and neighbors my kids do less scheduled outside activities there are still conflicts, mainly between sports and Boy Scouts (for one son). The fact that we do Boy Scouts in another town and that the lacrosse team is a travel team complicates matters for getting my kids to and from where they need to be. The fact that we are not in the public school system and we don't have many friends from that school to do carpools with makes it harder on me. I can only be in one place at one time. Therefore sometimes lacrosse is skipped so both can go to Boy Scouts. I can't do it all and neither can my kids.
I am meeting with our real estate agent this week so she can look the house over and so we can agree on a selling price. There is even more competition as a few days ago my neighbor two doors down to the south put their house on the market. Another house a couple of doors down to the east put their house on the market. It has been interesting trying to compare and contrast the three properties.
I wonder what the sellers will think about our home and also how they will compare it to the other homes in this neighborhood. I think ours is better for a few big reasons but ours has it's downsides: wall to wall carpet on the second floor and formica counters in the bathrooms. Ours will be better for the best reason of all: I want to move this fast so plan to list it at a lower price than the other two. I have no time for dragging out the sale with a two year listing and doing a half doze price reductions. The last time I sold our house it took only six days due to careful consideration of a realistic price.
Regarding the kids everyone tells me to have them help with the work of decluttering and packing. I tried that yesterday afternoon and it was a big failure. What I wanted to throw out they begged to keep. When I asked them to put a bag in the trash bin in the garage, I later found it in the middle of the kitchen floor. When I handed them a box to put in the pile to donate to the charity thrift shop they groaned and complained of its weight.
I am trying to do too much by keeping up with all the regular living we do in addition to trying to prepare to move and to sell this house. I thought about stopping homeschool lessons for the academic year now. I just can't see a way for me to dole out lessons and give math help and writing composition tutoring in the middle of me sorting through crap we own and packing up what we've decided to keep. I have already lightened up their load by more than half, but just as predicted, they are intellectually bored and are bickering. They are out of sorts due to my husband's absence and this doesn't help their state of mind either.
There are six more weeks left in our regular schedule of sports and Boy Scouts. I don't plan on having the kids quit either thing but finding the time to pack is hard in between everything else. Let's not forget I'm now doing the shopping errands by myself and cooking all the meals and cleaning up the meals then doing the regular house cleaning. So I'm actually doing more things with my time than before.
That's what's going on around here, a lot of transitioning. Everything is still uncertain, when the kids and I will move out, and where in Houston we'll live. When we can go depends on how fast this house sells.
I hate the feeling of so many things in my life being up in the air all at once. This can't be compared to juggling balls, this is more like the game of 52 Card Pickup with the cards temporarily suspended in mid-air.