Preferably in writing. For where we will be living next.
Although just when I think I'm good with a move to a tropical island hubby throws out there his doubts of remaining in or starts discussing civilian jobs. So, I'm just going to take it one day at a time. Just like the song or the theme from AA. Well, I think that's an AA theme based on this TV drama I was watching- but can't say for certain. It has pretty much every medical detail wrong so it could possibly have that wrong, too.
So I debate if I should actually weigh the tonnage of stuff I have disposed of or have piled in the guest room for either a theoretical yard sale or big donation to a tax write off sort of place. Either way we are moving and it is highly unlikely we will EVER live in a place as big as this one. Plus hubby was out on a government sponsored camping trip and on a pilgrimage to get his parents to Florida this week so I have plenty of time to sort through closets of stuff uninhibited by the opinion of the other adult in the house. Now the kids... Joey went with his dad, so his room is on the chopping block this week and JM was playing on the computer so completely oblivious to the trash bags leaving his room last week. The girls are hard. I'm threatening to send to stay with their grandparents so I can go through their room unrestricted by all the precious treasures they refuse to depart with. And by precious treasure I mean every bit of scrap paper, broken toy bits, destroyed jewlery and enough stuffed animals to completely fill a VW bug. And this was what escaped the last purge when they were in school prior to the last move. Although with my work schedule I didn't cull through it *quite* as thoroughly as I would now. The letting them log onto Minecraft doesn't work like it does with JM, one of the duo has hawk ears and the very second she hears that someone is having a cookie, donut or the sound of trash being removed from her room brings her running.
We've finally gotten involved with friends and activities so now the kids have changed their tune from "we hate it here' to 'well, it's ok if we don't have to move.' And as much as I 've felt relieved that we're finally connecting with others, I can't say I feel like this location has been the best fit for us. It rains entirely too much, the number of very very very young families and couples is overwhelming and makes me feel very very old and at the risk of sounding like a snob, the apparent education level of the bulk of the population is somewhere around 7th grade with 3rd grade grammar. But I'm really not a snob, I promise. But being raised a yankee in a education-as- priority family and state probably doesn't help. At least I've been able to find a few homeschool moms who have similar values.
Started fencing and sign language classes and writing classes and a co-op where I'm teaching the science portion. I'm actually enjoying the teaching part. I didn't think I really would, but past the kinder-2nd grade level it's not terrible. I'm teaching the 3-5th writing class and it's actually been enjoyable. The science class is 6-9th and the best part is that the co-op owns/bought the microscopes and dissection kits and preserved frogs and all sorts of other stuff that I'd been too cheap to buy. I haven't found chemistry burners yet, but I found test tubes and pipettes. It's only 15 weeks long so I think chemistry might be too much to cover anyway, we're doing basic science and biology concepts.
But if we do move to a tropical island and the kids go to school I'll look back into being a real nurse or school nurse or take the classes online to teach. As I figure it, Larry has changed careers since we've been married, time for me to consider a career change. Well, assuming that I want a career, which is not always certain.
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