State of...Confusion!

Ok, you got me, I am a complete and total slacker with this blog.  I had really good intentions of updating it regularly.  But then, well, life keeps getting in the way.  And facebook games. Since it's been from early April that I've written anything here's the brief synopsis to catch you up:

Sprocket turned 5.
I turned 36.
Figgy decided to potty train when he feels like it.
And the number one biggest thing is that my kick-arse husband got a pretty amazing promotion in radio-land.

Which brings us to the title of this blog post, "State of...Confusion!" -- seeing as how said promotion is 3 hours north of our homebase in Rhode Island.  As in Portland, Maine.  Now what I'm about to say might have a slight manic edge to it, but the reality is that this huge life transition started all of about 8 weeks ago.  That's right, ONLY 8 weeks.  8 weeks to tell our family and friends we were moving, 8 weeks to put our house on the market, move into our company rented apartment in Maine, leave the Rhode Island job, start the Portland job, have no idea where we're going, what we're doing, what's up or what's down.  Sprocket and Figgy keep asking me what state we're in and I honestly have to think about it as we're doing so much up and back on good ol' route 95. Hence the confusion.

The kids and I spend half (sometimes 3/4) weeks here in Maine, visiting rental properties, exploring playplaces (and learning that it's a pre-requisite that all MUST have Ikea furniture), and going to the beach (even when it rains.).  It's one big giant vacation for them, and they cheer when we pull into the Hannafords parking lot to go food shopping, because to them this is FUN! EXCITING! It's not Stop and Shop! It's something different! NEW! They sell wine, beer and liquor in the super market! (Ok fine, that last one was for me...).  Point being that while we're trying to navigate all the grown-up "stuff", the kids are just enjoying the wild ride.

I've had little victories.  I haven't gotten lost driving around in all my exploring.  I've already started networking up here to land myself a job. But most importantly, I found the Target all on my own. Big sigh of relief to see that familiar red and white bullseye.

My husband and I are the kind of people that believe that when you focus your energy on what you want to have happen, it will.  He has to remind me of this a lot sometimes because I tend to get bogged down in the details.  I should feel like the kids do, like we're on vacation, an exciting adventure, but then I get myself sucked into the negativity hole: we need to sell our house! we need to find a new house here! we need to get Sprocket registered for kindergarten in Maine! we need to find a pre-school for Figgy. NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED.  It's giving me a headache.

So here's my announcement to the world. He's probably going to just roll his eyes at me because he thinks I don't listen to him, but it just takes me a while.  I'm a Taurus after all.  I'm letting it go and instead making sure that I'm focusing on what I WANT.  What WE want. We're gonna move here (he already works here!). She's gonna start school (can't have a truancy notice at age 5 after all).  Everything is going to happen that NEEDS to happen.  And since we/I are believers in this whole energy focusing thing, do me a favor and focus some of your energy our way.  It can't hurt, right?

I know it's only natural to feel overwhelmed with this amount of stuff going on, but the reality is that I AM EXCITED!!! So far this place is very cool, surrounded by water, scenic views and lots, and lots of hippies.  Bring it on Phish-heads, Amy Bee is HOME.