Thursday, October 21, 2010

Is there a limit?

I am sitting in the very nice San Antonio library posting. I had been thinking about describing the last few weeks with the phrase, "Is there a limit to how many days in a row things can go wrong, or does it have the potential to go on forever?" But I actually had a good day today. Honestly, the first one in a month or more.
The litany of minor but day wrecking disasters included a flood from a broken washer hose, taking three days of incessant paperwork and shots to get my kids registered for school, a lost (and gone forever trampoline part), $3000+ work on the van, no internet for two weeks. You get the idea.
I have been going to bed each night determined to have a better day, to get the things done and be cheerful about it, darn it (though in my head I use a bit stronger language). It has been a struggle. None of those things are all that huge, well, the car repair bill is, but collectively it has been piling up.
But I am starting to see some light at last. The internet will be hooked up tonight. The car is fixed and we had the means to pay for it. David is starting to like his job more and I no longer have the vague nightmare that he will quit or get fired, leaving us with no income.
I guess I am just trying to leave a record that my first few weeks here have not been a picnic. So in a few years when I join the "I LOVE San Antonio." club, I will remember that it was hard at first.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Home?

Well, we are in a house, I wouldn't quite call it home yet. When I'm not thinking I still call Moab home. I'm not sure how long it will take for that to go away. I know how to get to the Walmart, and two other grocery stores, the library, church and schools. I could live in our little corner of suburbia forever and not leave. This bothers me because I don't feel like I am living in San Antonio, I could be almost anywhere.
The kids are adjusting to their new schools. They still come home with the same complaints about things being boring, so I guess they aren't behind in anything.
R. is struggling with the adjustment to middle school. He is doing better than I feared: the school has not had to call me, which means he is not having any breakdowns though his troubles. The biggest adjustment is having to be responsible for himself. The teachers don't watch out for him like he is used to. His constant complaint is that the teachers are mean and don't care. I don't know how long it will take for him to realize that they won't come to his rescue without being asked. He does like the freedom of the school lunches however.
They all come home exhausted and cranky which is not making for a happy household because I have been running around like a crazy woman trying to get all the paperwork for school and the house unpacked and all of the other stuff that comes with moving. And my sweet husband is struggling to adjust to his new job (that is turning out to be a much bigger issue that we were expecting). B. is lonely with all the kids in school and no pre-school for her yet. And the baby has stopped sleeping through the night so all I want is a nap.
So the challenges of moving continue. But it is not all bad. The library and playground are close and very good. E. got invited to a birthday party in our neighborhood. Ryan had pizza for lunch and the church has been very friendly and welcoming.
It has been an adjustment, and we are still adjusting, but we will get there in the end.