And we found another home.
A temporary home that is.
Right now, we’re living in a hotel as the house we’re supposed to be moving into is not yet ready to be occupied by this family of five with three little kids who love to roll on the floor.
So at the 11th hour, while boxes were being loaded at the back of a delivery truck and while I was trying to calm my nerves to accept the fact of this yet another gypsy move, Jeff said he’s going to put all the boxes in our storage unit and then we will all go to the temporary home — yes the hotel — for a week or two bringing just our suitcases filled within clothes and some books.
There’s my life reduced in a sole carry on bag where I packed two pairs of jeans, two blouses, five tank tops, two short pants, five dresses, two pairs of shoes, a dozen underwear, three brassieres, two pairs of socks, and a swimsuit. The kids have one big suitcase and so does Jeff. My to-be-read books for the month of May joined my secondhand HP laptop insider a black backpack.
This is it.
Another big step for the Ruffolo family.
In my mind right now is a menu plan: what to cook in that kitchenette, what’s easy to make, what will Jeff like, will pancit work?
Then there’s the frantic organizer in my head screaming: “Where will you put the learning corner?”
We moved yesterday — Mother’s Day — while most families went out to celebrate Mommy’s Day. I was dragging three kids with me and Jeff with four luggage pieces and laptop bag on a late afternoon of Mother’s Day.
I’m not complaining.
Just getting tired about the whole gypsy lifestyle.
In a year or two, Jeff and I knew this has to stop.
But for now — for a year or two — it’s going to be suitcases and boxes baby.
Update you when we finally move to that house (otherwise known as when they finally cleaned the floor and put on new carpeting).
