Do you know why? I’m moving, and I won’t be ON the internet for three days. I know some of you would have been thinking “I wonder where that weird lame blogger went.” so I wanted to inform you that my [indeed] lame ass will be sweating as I unpack a zillion boxes in our new casa. I HATE moving. I’m going to have to come back and clean our apartment sometime during the week when I hand over the keys to the castle because as I’m packing up our lives I realize that yes, what my husband says is true, I’m pretty much a huge slob. There’s dust bunnies the size of cats floating around here, and I’m glad my daughter is at Grandma’s while I blog pack.

In fact, I’m really pleased with all the help I’ve gotten. Not with the packing oh no, that’s the parental units job and we are peculiar with all our crap, but with child care…the Grandma has taken Paige off our hands several nights so we could pack and clean and get things together without worrying about a box of books toppling over onto our ten month old. Tonight we need to dismantle the crib, and our bed, and whatever else. The pets are freaking out, I’m rambling and well.

That’s it, moving sucks. Tell me moving horror stories so I feel better about my dust bunnies!

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Hi imperfects! Tracy here (or mommy weirdest, whichever you prefer…) This is my first blog, and I’m pretty sure I should give you a brief synopsis of what I’m “about” before I beg for advice. I’m mom to Paige, who’s seven months old. She hates napping, and garden vegetables. We co-sleep (not because I’m into “attatchment parenting”, but because I simply can’t bear the thought of getting up out of my warm bed at 3am), and she’s got cute dimples. Phil’s my fiannce but I call him my husband because A: it’s easier and B: he will be in two months. He simultaneously drives me insane and makes me want to hug his brains out…we’ve got a Bernese Mountain dog puppy, a strange cat, and we both work from home.

Anyway, here’s the dilemma: Living in New York (and I don’t mean fancy Manhattan, we are talking Staten Island here, land of pizza places and the garbage dump) kind of sucks. It’s expensive, and full of traffic. So we are going to escape…when we first moved into this apartment we were all “oh man it’s so spacious!” but than when had a kid, got a huge dog, and Phil started working from home. His “office” is the second half of our living room. I love him, I swear I do but looking at the back of his head everyday, hearing him open nicorette gum, listening to him CACKLE over some funny “work related thing” is driving me fucking insane. He needs a mancuary. He needs a room with a DOOR…

So, yes like I said in the summer we are renting a house but the decision comes to this my friends, location. His family resides in Staten Island and well, I think they truly believe it’s gods gift to Urbanites. We don’t care what they think…my family lives in New Jersey and being a Jersey girl at heart I’m DOWN with moving to the N.J preferably Morris, Warren, or Sussex county. I want woods in my backyard, I want to hear crickets at night and birds in the morning.

But at heart we really want to take the hell off and move to Asheville North Carolina. It’s our mecca.

The problem: Do we pick up and leave the grandparents missing there only grandchild or do we compromise, move to NJ (which is more expensive, and frankly not as cool) to pacify them so they can come visit? Do I put OUR family first, or think of others? Any thoughts would be great, I’m ready to stop thinking for myself….

(oh and, like how I snuck a picture of Paige in the post? She’s very serious)

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