A lot has happened around here in the last 24 hours. Paul fell down a few steps at the playground (he’s fine), ate an entire sweet potato, dumped a whole bag of goldfish on the carpet, and got frozen raspberries everywhere. I made pizza from a recipe on Pinterest that was really good and I wish it were healthy.
Oh, and Sam got laid off.
So suddenly, our move to Texas got moved up three months. We’re leaving by the end of this month. Fortunately, the apartment people (what do you call them?) let us out of our lease early with no penalty except that we have to let them show the apartment (they’ve already done this twice – and we just told them we were leaving this morning). We’ve (I say “we” – but I haven’t done any of it) scheduled the move and Sam has figured out how many vacation days he has left and therefore when his last day of work will be. He even bought packing tape.
We’ll be staying with Sam’s parents (only 2 hours from my parents, so we’ll spend time there as well) and trying to get jobs for the summer before we head to Dallas so Sam can start law school as planned in August.
So now Paul and I just have to manage to keep the apartment presentable for all the prospective renters. I figure it’s in our best interest to make it look as appealing as possible, so that someone will hurry up and sign a lease so that we don’t have to show it anymore and can get back to our slovenly ways, so that I can admire Paul’s wall-drawings a while before scrubbing them away, and he can take his hourly refrigerator inventory and leave the contents scattered around the kitchen, just the way he likes them.
How does Paul feel about all this? Sam came home early when he first got the news, and we decided to go for a family walk to let it sink in and start figuring out what to do, and we ended up at Panera, so we got Paul a water with a straw and split a cherry pastry, which he thought was the most fun thing, ever, and then we started talking about living with his grandparents, and basically, I think Paul considers having one’s daddy be laid off from a job to be the best thing that could ever happen to a person.