WE. ARE. MOVING. (picture bratty little girl with tight fist hands on waist... maybe even a foot stomp)

Love our house.  Hate my drive.

I'm not sure when or where, but mark my words, before we have another baby and stretch time even thinner, we are moving closer to my office. And trust me I know.  I'm nothing if not dramatic at times. 

If there is no traffic, and I break every one of those precious laws I swore in front of God and the State of Georgia to uphold, I can drive one way in 25 minutes.  Normally its closer to 35.  That's over an hour of Hardin time I waste in the stupid car.

I used to love my drive.  For one, we live in the Georgia country.  My drive includes things people travel many miles to soak in and photograph.  In over 20 miles there are 6 turns (and as many animal species).  That includes out of the subdivision and into my parking lot.  That's a lot of nice, calm, country road in between.   It was also my time to prepare my head mentally for what I had ahead that day.  Maybe even catch up on some NPR.  Or the Bert show.  On the way home I could cool down, reflect, and give my self time to leave work in the garage before walking inside. 

Well, having H has eliminated the need for those things.  I fly by the seat of my pants on my schedule most of the time and I the thought of taking work inside never even occurs.   

It would make such a huge difference if I could hop in my car and be home in less than 10 minutes.  OH MAN, it makes me excited just to dream about it.

Jason is in the car a lot with his job, and closer to my office will be closer to his daily drive but farther on his office day Thursday.  What he is much more concerned about is being further away from his country club.  That said, I think he'd trade that for more afternoon help, especially if we have #2, in a second.  He is also on board because of the difference in school quality.  

So, all of our talk about possibly moving the end of 2012, may just actually come to fruition a little earlier.  We would lose our you-know-whats if we sold, so I think we are going to rent our house out.  While the thought of being a landlord is NOT something either of us want, it sure beats the alternative of me having a total break down because I miss my sweet little boy way too much around the end of the month.

So happy to have 3 weeks of calmness before it hits again!

One funny story for today.  I make chocolate covered strawberries for one of my favorite office's annual awards ceremony.  It is in the morning and I haven't had time to purchase the first thing.  I had to get in some Hardin time, but couldn't go to the store after he went to sleep because Jason had darts tonight.  So, I ran home and picked H up to accompany on my trip tonight.  Double bonus, he loves a good ride around Ingles.  Well, it hadn't occurred to me what else I needed to buy.  Enough alcohol free sparkling fruit juice for 100 people.  While I knew I didn't have a baby and a cart slap full of Champagne, that is exactly what it looked like.  I felt like mother of the year.  

One more thing.  Hardin has been answering our "who does dada/mama love?" question for a while with a very enthusiastic "MEEEEEEEEEEE."  I must give Jason credit for that.  He worked all day one daddy-day-care day on that one.  Now, when you start to say I.....love.... he goes YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU.   It sounds just like Soulja Boy's Superman song.  And that cracks me up!