Friday, August 15, 2014

Two Kids and a Fish now Three Teens and a U-Haul

Make that "Three Teens, a Husband and a U-Haul." 

By the way, I got married... twice... yes, to the same man. Surprise! 

That was 7 or 8 months, depending on which ceremony you're referring to. Today, we're a week away from packing up our lives and moving to the other side of the country (west coast to east coast) in a U-Haul with three teen girls in tow (2 his, 1 mine). 

Are we crazy? I think you know the answer. 

But maybe we're not so crazy, just good parents. Excuse me while I brush my shoulders off... 

If you could improve the health of your kids and had the means to relocate to a city where they could breathe, where the climate (pollens, pollution, etc.) wouldn't cause their skin to break out around their eyes, mouths and hands, and the bumps on their arms and legs (that sometimes bleed) would finally go away... Wouldn't you do the same?  

But wait... It's not that easy. It's not just the logistics of relocating that you have to deal with, you still have the exes. We're talking about three teens under 18. 

Cue Michael Buffer: "Let's get ready to rrruuummmbbbllleee!"

Five months later (several court hearings and some cash for one lucky attorney), here we are. 

Sure, we've been knocked down a few times, sucker-punched more than we care to remember, but we've picked ourselves up each time and reminded ourselves that we were doing the right thing. 

And that's why this time, next Friday, we'll be starting our 36-hour cross-country trek, eastbound, in a U-Haul, with three teen girls. 

Three teen girls who are already fighting over who gets stuck in the middle seat, whose music will be played in the car, who better not take the big pillow because it'll take up too much room plus it's itchy and it stinks... and so on and so on. 

OK, so maybe we're a little bit crazy.