Well we are offically moved.  .... thankgod

 

 

If it's one thing that I hate doing, it's packing, and moving.  After the last try to move to Nebraska, I didn't think I could do it again.  But we did.  We moved to our bigger, better located, nicer, and so much quieter.  Things have been great.  I changed my address, changed the daycare, and I changed phone numbers.  Life couldn't be sweeter.  Lots has happened sence last I wrote.  I was in the hospital for a week, I had kidney surgery.  Home two days then we started moving.  My dad came up with the trailor about 4 days after I was home from the hospital.  I'm still not 100% but I haven't felt this good in a long time.  The kids love the new house.  You should have seen them trying to pick out their rooms.  I gave the boys the master bedroom.  It has the bathroom and the bigger closet.  It's also a little bigger than the other two bedrooms, but there are 2 of them and i told both of my little men that I expected itt to be kept very very clean.  Lets see how they hold up to it.  We've actually been in the new place for about a week now, but the cable did interweb didn't get turned on till Saturday, and with the holiday weekend i've been too busy to post.

 

The kids and I did start something new.  We have started walking-running a mile a day.  Run till we can't run anymore then we walk at a brisk pace.  Maybe I can shed that extra 20 pounds that don't seem to want to go away.  LOL... Hope all is well with everyone else and that things are better with the brighter weather!

...... packing up, throwing away, starting new

 

We are back at home now.  After 5 days "on the run" basically staying with family and friends, we are home now.  I hate picking up andhiding, I feel really helpless and out of control.  I feel stupid for being scared, but with past history it's hard not to be scared.  It's always better to be safe than sorry, however, explaining to 3 kids why we are staying other places than at home, is difficult.  they bought it the first few nights, but after that, Toadman sat me down and told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to know EXACTLY what was going on.  I told him that Daddy was being a little crazy.  Toadman slept on my brothers couch that night.  On the opposit end from me.  I'm scared one day what will happen when Toad gets big enough to do some serious damage if he hits you.  Not fearing him for my own sake, but for Smacktards sake.  Toad has alot of built up anger and resentment for him.  Toad is not a violent kid, however, if provoked... he will be a force to be reckoned with.  Toadman has seen too much and heard too much.  There is no hiding the fact that his dad is one evil son of a bitch.

 

Other than that, we are packing up.  Throwing away things that we haven't used in forever.  Papers that are a year old, or the millions of cottage cheese/tupperware containers that I have accumulated.  No need for 12 towels, we can work with 8.  Thats 2 towels a piece.  I did find a little pink robot with my birthday on it.  Zero made it for me.  I've debated keeping it or tossing it.  In the end, I kept it.  I wrapped it very very carefully and put it into a cottage cheese container and labeled do not open.  I figured that would be the best way to handle it.  I don't obsess over him anymore.  Just perfer to not open that container for a very long time.  I also found my dried up and wilted 4 lear clover, that the Denny's Boy found when we went to the park one day.  I put it in a ziplock baggy and taped it to the outside of Zero's Cottage Cheese Container.  Sometimes finding little stuff is cool.  Something to remind you of where you came from.

 

Kids are doing great also, they are getting bigger everyday.  We went to Middle School orientation today for Toad.  My baby is growing so fast.  Tude is getting ready for her new school and so is Bug.  They are so wonderful, so perfect yet so annoying at the same time.  Without them, I'm not sure I could have gotten through these past few years.  With them, I'm so much more.