The Beginning of it All
And so this begins another one of my attempts at a humorous blog. And the title? Oh, that is because of today. The today that began with a bump on the head. Not my head. No, that would be too easy. It was my son's head. My soon to be 2 year old son. My "little buddy".
We are in the middle of a major upheaval. And when I type upheaval I really mean UPHEAVAL. *Echo, echo, echo* Let me start a little less than 2 years ago. I was pregnant. A few days over due at this point. My little guy was due on April 4. We were getting ready to move to the furthest corner of the state from where we lived then. From up north, vacation area, lakes everywhere to big city, professional sports teams, and traffic. We were following a job offer that my husband had received that we just couldn't pass up. It was huge. Like, HUGE! My little buddy was born on April 1oth and before May was even 1/2 over we were in the midst of moving. I moved with a baby that was a little over a month old and a barely 3 year old. It was crazy. We waited 18 months for our old house to sell. It did, finally, the following August. We were free. Finally able to live with only one mortgage. I went out and bought the good makeup! It was THAT great! Then in November my husband's position was eliminated. That's right, we were able to live with one mortgage for 2 full months.
Over the holidays there were several applications filled out and one interview, but nothing. We put our house on the market in January. My husband was offered a position up north and now here we are. But here is not really where we are. All of our things are at our house downstate. We are all up north. My husband is wonderful with people and has already found some very great friends. One of them has offered to let us stay in his parents house while we find a place of our own. His parents are what we fondly refer to as "Snow Birds" People who leave for the winter and come back for the summer. Please do not confuse snow birds with "trunk clunkers" or "fudgies". They are just tourists. Snow Birds are actual residents of the area. We are staying in their house. It is a very nice house on a very nice lot. But it is their house. It has their clothes in the closests and their food in the fridge and their grandson's bunk bed in one of the bedrooms.
And now we get to the bump on the head.....I did not want my little buddy playing on the bunk bed. I didn't originally allow it. But up he went, and he played up there and was able to climb down on his own. So I gave in. I thought it was fine. He had done it tons of times in the last week. Then this morning as I was getting dressed to head to the store.....CLUNK! Oh no! OH NO!!!! My little buddy fell off the bunk bed! MY LITTLE BUDDY FELL OFF THE BUNK BED!
I was so scared. I called my husband crying and barely able to make out the words. I asked him to come home NOW because of the fall. He started running. Once he made it outside of the building he realized that he had forgotten his keys. He tried to get back inside to get them but he didn't have them so he couldn't get back inside either. (He works at a school and it's Spring Break) All the doors were locked. By the time he got home my little buddy was doing ok. He hadn't said much and had a big goose egg on the back of his head but he was doing better. His daddy checked him for all the signs of a concussion and put a bag of frozen green beans on the bump.
Besides just some major crankyness, probably from a headache, my little buddy seems to be fine. We've kept a pretty good eye on him all day and he's pretty much back to normal. If this is what we consider normal.
We need our own place. One where we can have our own toys and our own beds. Beds that do not involve ladders and different directions for baking because of all the high altitudes. I just want our own beds......
