It's been officially one month since the big move, and I think the depression has lifted. It has either lifted or there has been so much going on that I haven't had time to be depressed. The husband and I were having a conversation in the car yesterday, during sonic's happy hour and nap time in the car, about how much happier we actually are now that things have settled. Routines have changed, Coffee is made every morning when I get up (of course on the rare occasion I get up first, in which I make coffee and the house people are appreciative.), my sweet pea loves to greet her morning with a cup of milk on the couch with her iPad, next to her grandpa if she is up early enough before he leaves for work. I have been getting laundry done and put away, keeping this house clean (probably cleaner) than my old house, and really trying to help out as much as possible. I think the depression was mostly not having our routine, I have become one of those people who are unhappy without a routine... what a scary thought. However, I am glad, exuberant, super excited that my family is happy here.
The husband found a job, with security, insurance, and lower pay, but not so lower that there will never be an end to this tunnel. The best part is that he seems to even like it. I don't want to speak too soon, but he said this himself.
While trying to prepare our house to be rented out, we discovered a few problems with a roof leak. The insurance company came out and I'm praying we will be able to repair it with the help of the insurance, but we have a plan if the insurance doesn't come through. I'm just hoping to be able to have our renters in soon and get this situation settled, because it's been a big cause of unhappiness and stress. I do love my old house though.
This past weekend was a huge party we threw for my In Laws with lots of family from out of town. They were both surprised and extremely happy and everyone had a great time. We have been invited to spend Easter weekend with the family 3 hours north where my husband spent all of his Easters as a kid. Next weekend is the Walk for Autism which is 2 hours away and we went to last year, and had a lot of fun with members of my family. The problem here is that these are two weekends in a row and we can't really afford to spend both of them out of town. I'm trying to figure out a way to work with this, but it's looking like I may have to give up my plans to spend time with his family. I'm okay with that because it's not something we've ever gotten to do and I think it means a lot to him.
Even with so much going on, I'm feeling springtime in the air. This makes me excited about the summer and summer activities. I'm hoping to do more library club, picnics in the park, and days spent outside like last summer. Last summer was a blast, I can't wait.
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