The house we are renting is only a 10 month contract. Rather than finding a new place we decided to come back here (it's a great place). So for two months we will be homeless (not really, I just like the shock value of those words).
Actually, my saintly parents have invited us to stay with them in Virginia. But, before we make it back there we have to hang around Utah for girls camp and cub scout camp. (Luckily all 3 were in the same week.)
Thus begins our true homelessness (again, with the shock).
I am constantly amazed at the generosity of people who are willing to open their homes to a family as large as ours. I feel truly grateful. (I have such a great family, close and extended.)
In the meantime, the whole family (all 9 of us) will be traveling around in our 9-passenger suburban.
It will be a tight squeeze. (Ha, understatement of the year!)
Especially with all "the stuff" we have to take.
I feel a bit like the handcart pioneers. I have given my children guidelines on what they are allowed to take:
6 outfits (incl. church clothes)At least we don't have to pull it across country, hopefully. (insert childhood memories here of road-trips and over-heating radiators, hanging out on the side of the road, etc.)
1 toy/stuffed animal
I have grand visions of how joyful this "vacation" will be.
Eating in the car.
Reading scriptures, in the car.
Sleeping in the car.
Visiting historic sites, in the car.
Listening to books on tape, in the car.
Singing obnoxious songs, in the car.
Creating inside family jokes, in the car.
Listening to babies scream, in the car.
Sibling rivalry, in the car.
Dad turning around, in the car.
In the car, in the car.
OK, my vision is deteriorating quickly. aaaahhhhhh!
It will be fun, it will be fun, it will be fun.
And so, off we go. Bon Voyage. Auf Weidershen. TTFN.
I might make it back in one piece (but it probably won't be my brain).