Just a day in the life...

Of a military housewife...

(For those of you who have not enjoyed the musings of Sally Brooks, please enjoy this video. Warning: R-rated, lots of swearing! Do not watch with kids around! Thank you, Rob, for introducing this to me years ago...it still makes me laugh to date.)

So, we knew there was the chance that our three year lease would end and our homeowner would return to NoVA while we're still here for another year. We just hoped we'd be able to extend our lease one more year.

This week, we found out that our nightmare is a reality. Our landlord will be returning this summer, requiring us to procure new housing for a year prior to us PCS'ing (allow me to translate: permanent change of station) next year.

Jackson is in Kindergarten at a school that we love. We're going to work our tails off to not only stay in this small school district, but we're also going to try to stay within our beloved 80-something unit Mews neighborhood.

The good side of this is that the population in metro DC is so transient that we know two or three sets of neighbors that plan on moving this summer. Bonus.

The downside to this? Moving without movers...and having to prepare for a bumpy road ahead that involves two sets military orders and household goods moves (neither of which are ours) coinciding to make this process work.

Or, a storage unit. (A little fact about me: Too much tv has caused me to have a strong love/hate relationship with storage lockers. Love them because of Storage Wars! Hate them because of all the crime shows/movies that have made me believe that there probably is a dead body in the one next door to the one we'll have to rent. Gives me the creeps!)

Someone suggested a Pod. Great idea if you didn't have a HOA that runs the neighborhood like a fascist community. (Animal Farm anyone?)

It's dizzying. Okay...maybe not to the extent of seizures, but makes my head hurt none the less.

Sidebar: And, I've been "seizure" free for over a week now. However, I'm only averaging four to five hours a sleep a night. And thus, the pendulum has been shifted and the gauntlet thrown at my ever-loving treatment team.

Happy Sunday.