So, I promised a story.
You see, a while back, Mr. accepted a promotion that required him to travel 1.5 hr to work and another 1.5 home. Now, I know for you big city folk, that’s a shake of a lamb’s tail and a mass-transit bus/train ride. But here, in the wide-open spaces of the Texas Panhandle, it’s 3 hours of on the road and behind the wheel, half before the sun breeches the horizon and half after he’s exhausted from working all day. This town, that Mr was now working in, boasts a population of barely over 5,000. And I know you know we homeschool. Sooo, you can imagine what kind of a homeschool presence is there – None. Just no way we could do that to our 4, very active kiddos.
After a year of this drive, we made a decision. There is a small town (20k) smack in the middle of Amarillo and Muleshoe (yes, mule shoe). We decided this was a good compromise, I’ll drive 45mins one direction to get the kids to their events and he would drive 45mins the other direction to get to work everyday. Weeeell, after just 10months of us moving to this new town, the company transferred Mr back to Amarillo. What? Yes, really. We put the new house on the market. Just 2 “showings” in, we realized this is a nightmare. NIGHTMARE, I tell you. Keeping the house spotless with 4 kids is the beginning of this nightmare, but then, having to put away school, gather everyone- and by everyone, I mean all 4 kids, the dog, 2 cats 2 chickens and 2 rabbits- because, did you know NO animals can be present during a showing? – gathering everyone and leaving at the drop of a hat = nightmares!
Backing up, during the 10 months we lived in said small town, everyone that we told which house we had bought (small town, everyone needs to know your business), claimed they knew someone or they, themselves were wanting to buy that house but we “got it first”. So, naturally, I felt like the house would sell fairly quickly. Wouldn’t you have? *sigh
Made a decision to buy a travel trailer. Hey, we’ve been wanting one, anyway! Thought we could tough it out for a month or two. Easy, peasy, right? The month or two has passed, along with a few more. We have been in our wee trailer for …. (counting) starting our 7th month. The house has not sold. So, if you know of anyone wanting to buy a beautiful house in big, bad, Hereford, Texas, I’m your girl.
And that’s the story.
V V V V V Stock photo of our trailer – mountains in the windows…. ha ha ha ha ha as if… Not my view V V V V V
So, I’ve been asked, by whom I can’t say (yet), to write a new bio for their ‘designers’ page. You would think this would be a simple thing; a quick “this is me” little paragraph. Well, you’d be wrong.
I’ve been staring at a blank screen for quite some time. Long enough that the thought of telling ya’ll about how difficult it is crossed my mind. And yes, I might be a little whiney about the whole thing. Whiney enough, even, that my kiddos have decided to attempt to help. It’s been a family effort, and my page is still blank. Difficult for them to understand that I’m just not that interesting. There is nothing unique or interesting that anyone would want to know. I’m perfectly average. Then, my J, I can always count on him to bring humor, suggests, “You should add your dance credentials.”
You see, my sweet E, my baby girl, will be turning 16 soon and we have been working on the playlist for her dance party. Well, you know, dance party means, yep, dancing. So, being the insane mother that I am, I have been YouTube surfing. Tutorials galore. That’s right.
I can Wobble. I can Whip & I can Nea Nea. Add those to the Electric Slide of my EARLY teen years (don’t ya’ll go tryin’ to put a date on me further than I am), the Cotton-Eyed-Joe & Two-Step -because every Texan worth their salt can do those in her sleep and of course, Cumbia -you remember I’m married to a Latino, right? I am going to dance. Or boogie down. Or turn up… Whatever the kids are saying these days.
Dance like nobody is watching, or, more truthfully, like all of my kids’ friends are! Ha! Embarrassing your teens, that’s what its all about right? I have to do this. It is my obligation, as mom, to give my children memories of a lifetime. Something they can talk about for years. Stories that will live on for many many Thanksgivings to come. Bwuaaahhh ahhhh ahhhhhaaa
I exaggerate a little, my teens are actually quite on board with my dance moves. In fact, we are going to attempt to learn the Footloose dance together. That’s right, all of us, dancing in our wee space, squished in front of the computer screen. When the trailers a-rockin’, just come on in.
Oh wait, I haven’t told you that story. The trailer. Next time, friends.
Oh! and no, I still haven’t written that bio.