Oh my dear Kevin McCalister. This is it. And I am scared now!
The time has come for me to hold true to the very title of this blog. It is time for me to learn to love Las Vegas.
But right now I must admit, I couldn't be further from it.
Saying goodbye was so much harder than I thought and I had no idea how much my heart would ache. In college I was homesick at the start of my freshman year, but it pales in comparison to the emptiness my heart currently feels. That, compiled with the guilt I am harboring for the friends I didn't even get to say goodbye too makes it hard to start loving this place. Selfishly I wanted to soak up as much time with my family as I could. So much so, that there are dear friends I didn't even get to spend time with before moving.
Before moving out here, we moved into my parents house for five weeks (which I have countless posts to write about). My mom and I both said that living together would be great because at the end of the five weeks my parents would be ready to give us the boot and we would be ready to jump ship. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Maybe it is simply because we knew it was only five weeks, but the love I already have for my parents grew ten fold and watching the relationships grow between my little loves and my parents was priceless. I will forever cherish this time.
So on December 30th we boarded the plane for Las Vegas.
We opted to take a night flight in hopes that the kiddos would sleep. When we got on the plane Jocelyn was wailing!! I heard the two young guys in front of us say ...."This is gonna be a long flight". My worst fears of this flight were kicking in! But in the end the flight went well. Both Jocelyn and Charlie slept on and off during the plane ride which in the end turned out to be quite a bonus. By the time we got the kids to sleep that night they both slept in until 7am the next day and it made for a smooth transition into a three hour time change.
Charlie definitely enjoyed the plane ride. The last hour of the ride, Charlie was awake and happily announcing that people were sleeping. He also thoroughly enjoyed gazing out the window at the stars. When he did, he made his amazed face and then said "Grandpa".
He may have been all smiles but for me it sparked one of many sob sessions. My other big sob session of the night is when I walked into our house. Imagine walking into a place you are suppose to call home at midnight (3am time at home) having had very little sleep. Your in laws have already spent the past two nights sleeping in a place you have never laid foot in. Imagine that your furniture is unpacked. Your clothes are unpacked. Your dishes are unpacked. Someone picked up all your belongings and unpacked them in a new house. I truly think I had my first panic attack as I locked myself in the bathroom. My heart has never raced so fast.
The kids, as expected are adjusting better than I. Charlie has made requests to go to GrammieGrandpa's house so I know he is completely unaware of how far away that is. But at least now when we are out driving and headed back, if I ask where we are going, he will say Charlie's house. For this first five or six days he called it NannyPap's house.
Okay so I will try not to be too negative in my upcoming posts. But this is my first post in Vegas so I'm allowed to vent, right? Just one complaint and for me its a big one. I had no idea that every grocery store from here to Timbuktu (in this case meaning an area that is nothing but desert) has slot machines. I know gambling is legal here, but the grocery store- REALLY? This one concerns me because I want to keep my little loves as sheltered from the craziness of the Las Vegas Strip as possible. Holding fast to what I believe to be normal may prove to be more challenging than I expected. While I have promised myself to embrace this new adventure, it is little things like slot machines in the grocery store that will one day lead me home.
There are other things I dislike, but I think I should focus more on the positives. The biggest positive of all being that I am home with my little loves. On January 2nd, when Kennett School District, resumed classes after the holiday break, I said extra prayers of thanks to God for giving me this opportunity to be a stay at home mom.
Another positive- the roads here are easy to navigate. No one way streets. And it is clear as day so if I am on any type of elevated highway I know what landmarks to look for. That's not to say that the navigation on my phone hasn't been my best friend this past week and half.
The layout of our rental house is absolutely perfect. The first floor is the garage and what has essentially turned into a guest bedroom and bath. Visitors welcome!!! The main floor is the kitchen/dining/family room. A huge bonus for me- as I can now see my little loves while cooking dinner. And the third floor has the master, the kids rooms and their bath. It truly is an ideal place for us to rent right now. The surrounding area reminds me of being in heart of Exton on steroids. No joke- everything (with the exception of Wawa) is within a mile of our house.
And the last one for today- sports games are over here by 8 o'clock! This might just be the best thing for my relationship with Kirby. HAHAHA!!!
I have so much more to write and so many old posts to write. More coming soon! We've been battling some major sleep issues with Jocelyn for the past several weeks but I think things may be taking a turn for the better which means more posts on the way!!!
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