Deja vu all over again

Things are moving along with the move. We were incredibly lucky that the house in Maine sold so quickly, we put it on the market in May expecting that it would sit for most of the summer but it sold in two weeks, leaving us with a little drama with the closing date (for financial and logistical reasons, we just could not get out any sooner than mid-August). But that all got ironed out, so we're good to go. The inspection cleared, and we are, in the words of Super Agent Jan, "clear to close." So that's good. We're still showing the house for back-up offers, which is actually just a way to tell our buyers, "don't mess with us, people. Pull any funny stuff and we'll sell this sucker to the next guy."

So the move is set up, Mike's car gets picked up on Aug 12, packers come Aug 13, truck comes Aug 14, close on the 15th, Georgie and I fly out on the 15th and Mike and Hank start the drive to Eau Claire. They arrive in EC on the 18th and we close and move into the new house on the 19th, our stuff arrives on the 20th. Parent meeting at Hank's new school on the 21st. Got all that? Piece of cake, right? No stress, right? Right? RIGHT?

Seriously though, the stress this time around doesn't seem as bad. Having just done all this less than a year ago, I feel like an expert. (Hey, maybe if the school psych thing doesn't work out, I can be a moving consultant, or run group therapy sessions for mothers of young children planning a long-distance move for the 2nd time in less than a year.) And honestly, I'd rather be doing this now rather than in a year or two. Hank seems okay with it, and we haven't gotten settled in or built really good relationships with people here like we did in Omaha. There is no emotional attachment to the place for me (although there is for Mike, but he's willing to sacrifice that for a much better job) and although I'll miss this house, the Wisconsin one is the same square footage and in-town. But more on the Wisconsin house later, that deserves a post of it's own. I'll give you a little preview with two words: Hello, 1989!

End note: While I was writing this post, Hank was running through the kitchen to get to the bathroom and he ran head-first into Georgie's highchair tray, banging his nose. "OWWW!!" he screamed, "I'm hurt! I think my brain fell down in my nose!" I was laughing so hard I could hardly get the ice pack out of the freezer. He's okay though.