I have to make an announcement. But it's not one that I'm thrilled to make. For the past week I've been ignoring it so that, like the proverbial dog, it will just GO AWAY.
Honestly, the odds of it just going away are slim to fat-chance, so I should just announce it already.
Every time I think about it, I also think I'm going to throw up.
I know there's a lot of people who like living in Utah, so I don't want to offend anyone, but I HATE UTAH. Direly. And when I moved away a decade ago I vowed never ever ever ev-er to move back. EVER. (Motherboard told me last week to never make that vow because then God HAS to force you to move back - - too bad her warning is about 10 1/2 years too late.)
So now, I'm sure you're asking yourself, "If you hate it so bad, why are you moving?" Which is an excellent question.
Husband got a new job. With real live actual benefits (jobs without benefits are, shall we say, of the devil, and having lived that way for years and years and years, yeah....you get the picture). And while I heavily considered the idea of living here with the kids while he works there, the subsequent idea of single parenthood was enough to scare me into moving. (My kids are pretty scary.)
So yeah. Husband leaves to go work this friday. The rest of us are staying here until school gets out in June. Pretty much the job offer went like this: In January: "Thanks for your resume, we won't be hiring you." In March: "Thanks for visiting our office, we'll be having a hiring freeze for quite some time." In April: "You're hired! Can you start work in 11 days?" (And here I was praying for the hiring freeze to last....indefinitely.)
So if all my posts from this point on are whiny, complaintive and incoherently insane its because I'm single parenting for 6 weeks and then moving to the location of my nightmares.