I've been neglecting this blog, but it's with good reason. We are moving across the country in a month, and this is all happening so suddenly that it's hard for me to catch my bearings.
Going back "home" is something we'd had in the back of our heads since Cupcake was about 3 months old, but it was more abstract. As in, wouldn't it be nice is we had grandparents nearby.... let's deal with that later. But then our crazypants landlord decided to not renew our month-to-month lease and basically gave us less than a 60 day notice to leave the apartment. Which.... is legal but kinda wrong. It came out of nowhere, and we still don't know why she's doing it. In fact, she's avoided us since she sent the letter, and yes, she lives right below us. It's a stressful situation to say the least.
So here we are, going back to Texas. Trying to figure out how to pack up our lives and move them, get new jobs, and do all this while keeping our almost one year old sane. Or maybe just keeping us sane, she'll be okay. We are also super excited to live near family again. Cupcake's grandparents want to babysit, and take her out, and give us a break. Maybe we'll get a few nights of sleep here and there?
This also means we'll have to get a new metabolic doctor, which stresses me because I really feel we got 'in a groove with our current doctor. I fear our new doctor might be stricter, or treat Cupcake's MCAD as something scary and debilitating, which is not an attitude that works for me. Oh well, we'll figure all this out when we get there. It's not gonna stop the move from happening. We HAVE to leave our apartment, and Nate has put in his two weeks.
As Martin Lawrence said in the climax of Bad Boys II, "$hit just got real'.
