Nine years. For 9 years we have been very blessed in the baseball world. We winter at home, spring somewhere warm and then head to wherever for the start of the season. I have baseball friends who have moved 5+ times in one year. I pitied them, and then went back to the latest novel I was reading, or nap I was taking. Then we got Buike and it got a little more complex, but he was a good traveler, so no sweat.
Then we had children.
January 12th, 2007 and February 4th 2009 are two of THE best days of my life. My girls are it. They are blessings beyond imagination. I literally enjoy every day with them. However, they have a lot of stuff, and they stink at packing.
So as I was packing yesterday for our trip to FL (again) I kinda laughed at myself looking back on how little we required for 2 adults and a dog. We even bought a car-top carrier for this trip, because the Littles don't like to be without their swings, and we like to keep the peace. We are a family, as long as we're together, we ARE home.
Then the Boss called.
His thumb is healing nicely, everything is going according to plan, but we may not be going to FL. Just in case, though, keep packing.
The thing is, I know better. I have been a baseball wife for nine seasons. If you pack, you aren't going, if you don't, you will. Thats the way the baseball world works. So press on we did, until 11 pm when I had to go to bed before the babies decided it was time to party.
Then we got a text.
At one a.m.
"Stay in ky until next doc appoint".
That's 3 weeks away.
Poor Lainey...she's never going to be potty trained. But at least she has a really cool "spaceship" to ride in with her posse.