Yup, I’m still here. Still breathing, still going strong. My absence from the bloggy world has a good explanation. Remember that little move that I mentioned before? Well, it happened. We moved to Springfield, IL, home of everything-is-named-after-Abraham-Lincoln.
We’ve been here about 3 weeks, and I feel like I’m finally starting to recover now. It’s been a rough summer. I worked at my old job until literally the day before the move, since I was quitting, had no new job lined up, and Tony’s new paycheck wouldn’t come in until the end of the month. In other words, we needed money. We had to coordinate moving helpers at both our old and new place, get a truck, pack everything up, say good-bye to friends and family (whom I miss dearly), and take care of a certain one year old who gets into everything. Needless to say, by the time we unloaded the truck in Springfield, I was a wreck. Drained emotionally and physically.
But we’re here! And things have been much calmer. Although I’m taking some time to get used to my new role as stay-at-home mommy. It’s funny, all I wanted to do since the day he was born was stay home with my little Frankie – and now that it’s finally happened, I’m having a hard time adjusting. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t exactly want to go back to work, but it’s a different world and a different lifestyle all together. I think it wouldn’t be as hard if I was still in Chicago and had family and friends around me, but it’s hard to be in a new area, not know anyone, AND stay home.
But we’re slowly getting a routine, and I love that I have time to actually get chores done and have quality time with the Franksters. Our place is slowly coming together, and I’ll post some pictures soon…when I finally find the cord to my camera. Oh, the joys of living amongst boxes.