Moving on

For the last six years, Josh has worked on the same consulting project. In consulting circles, that is almost unheard of. It's kind of like dog years in that way, so really, he's been there for 42 years.

We had only been seriously dating about two months when he started a project at a large insurance company in central Illinois. Which shall remain nameless, lest I blog about his work, which we all know is never a good idea. But for the record, I am not blogging about my work, and I know "they" are reading this blog, so let's all wave hello to the nice lawyer-types from my former company. Please, pull up a chair and stay awhile. We love guests. Can I get you a beverage? No? OK. Moving on.

For the first year, he would be gone all week and I would see him on weekends. I was working in the office at that time, so I wasn't in a position to be galavanting all over the state.

But the next year, I started working from home, so I began going with him every few weeks. We got to spend more time together, and it was kind of a novelty for me to hang out in a new place.

Somehow the every few weeks turned into every week and suddenly I found myself living in Bloomington. Every Sunday night we would pack up and leave. Every Thursday night we came home. We had our fun weekends in Chicago and everything was fine and dandy.

When I was pregnant, I didn't come to Bloomington for five months because of the bedrest and birth. But when Jack was a month old, he too started the weekly trek. We made things easy on ourselves and got two of everything. Two cribs, two exersaucers, two high chairs, two sets of toys, two sets of clothes.

This week we found out he is rolling off the project. Next week, for the first time in six years, he won't be working in Bloomington.

Except now we have all this shit. Two cribs, two exersaucers, two high chairs, two sets of toys, two sets of clothes. And one house to keep it in. One house with one very small amount of storage.

Oh my.

We'll be hosting a yard sale next weekend. But we won't be getting rid of any baby stuff. Everyone knows that's the fastest way to get yourself pregnant. Instead, we'll be piece-mealing things to Josh's parents, my parents and my sister.

MY SISTER WHO IS ADOPTING A BABY FROM GUATEMALA AND OHMYHOLYHELL ARE WE EXCITED!

(Obviously a whole other post for another time, but it's very exciting times in our family and everyone is anxiously awaiting their referral, which is *supposed* to come in April.)

Since I am unemployed, the packing of the townhouse falls to me. Fun.

You see, when we moved to our house in Chicago two years ago, Josh brought toooooonnnnnsssss of shit to Bloomington for storage. And I kept warning him whatever he brought to Bloomington was staying in Bloomington. It was under no circumstances and penalty of death allowed back. No. Just, no.

Guess who wants to bring some stuff back to Chicago? I will give you one guess and his name starts with J and ends with H and is NOT Jehovah.

So the next few days will be a whirlwind of activity. The packing and the watching of the baby and the cleaning and the traveling to San Diego for the weekend and the launching of the new website.

Wait, what? A new website? One of those new-fangled www things? You don't say!

Details before the end of the week my friends.