So. We moved. Everything was as gloriously wonderful as it could be, considering we are living in my mother-in-law's house and she has a system. The weather on this side of the continent is divine, a major part of why we moved. The stress was NORMAL, what we expected it to be. I even began a post just after arriving about the babies (TODDLERS) and developmental leaps, traveling with them, their general adorableness and OH MY GOD, THEY ARE FREAKING FUSSY TODDLERS, where'd that come from! I just didn't have time to finish it as THEY DO NOT STAY IN THEIR CRIBS FOR NAPS. THEY EVEN GET OUT OF THEIR CRIBS IN THE MORNING, OPEN THE DOOR TO THEIR ROOM AND COME INTO OUR ROOM. OR WORSE, GO THE OTHER DIRECTION TO THE LIVING ROOM! So, no good nap free time for mommy. I'm paying for having perfect two, two hour naps twice per day babies, aren't I. I gloated one too may times.
SO. Everything was moving along swimmingly until MONDAY night.
Our car was broken into. We left Big Crime Capitol Town for Smaller More Rural Urban Hipness only to be hit, for the first time in MY life, with a crime against our property.
4:30 AM (Mon. morning? Tues. morning?) I hear a car alarm. In my sleepy state I think, "hmmm, someone bumped their car too hard (with what and why I can't imagine what I was thinking)." Then. "Did someone bump OUR car too hard? (again, with what and WHY?) I better check." As I got to my keys on the other side of the house, I realized that "FUCK. My CAR ALARM is going OFF." Of course I made J go outside (princesses do NOT place themselves in potentially dangerous situations) and she said (first, let me state she didn't get out of bed, even knowing it was our car alarm, until I said, "get out of bed and go outside," AFTER I had already made it to the other side of the house, retrieved the keys, and returned to our room). Ok, I need to start that one again, you are probably lost. J arrived to our car in the driveway and said, "the door is open." As if that explained EVERYTHING. Of COURSE the car alarm went off at 4:30 AM. We left the DOOR open at 6PM. I said, "check. it." Then I hear, "the 'brand new really fancy schmancy for my new solo practice and neither of us have a paying job' laptop was stolen." ALONG WITH EACH SPARE SET OF KEYS TO BOTH OF OUR CARS and a flash drive with a BRILLIANT excel spreadsheet that I made to make moving EASY! You may recall we moved once already, was it June? And may again, hopefully sooner rather than later. So I made a spreadsheet of ALL our accounts, website links, account numbers, PASS-fucking-WORDS, and other pertinent information to make it EASY on me to change our address. And saved a back-up copy to an Excel file because I think ahead. I did not want to have to lose all the password information if something happened to our computer in transit. The only smart thing I did was password protect that file. Please tell me it will be hard to crack into that, PLEASE?
Later that afternoon, we found a screen was removed from a window of the house, and signs of tampering with the garage door code keypad. The person obviously didn't want to break a window (in the house) and so gave-up, thank God. Thank God the babies and J are safe. We are still afraid, especially since they have copies of our car keys. We have been doing creative parking to hopefully help prevent car theft until our cars get re-keyed (did you know insurance doesn't pay for that? WTF!).
So. That's my life up to this moment. Toddlers are crazy and wonderful and pains in the asses like never before. Tonight found me saying, "Mini. STOP. IT." in a restaurant like other impatient mothers I have judged. And wanting to throw my hands up in the air, cry, and say I quit. But in the next moment one of them pats my shoulder and says, "mommy", as if "mommy" was a word that meant a collection of all their joy, all of the world's joy, and they could hold their joy all in their small cupped hands just by looking at ME, and saying MY name. Amazing. I hope I never let them down.
