Seems the Groenevelts have gone and found themselves a place to live for the next twelve months, and as a nod to family stability I went out and bought some Tupperware. May not sound like much, but this really is a commitment if you consider the cost of household goods in Mexico. However, since we finally decided we’re going to FOR SURE live here for the next year, I’ll be needing Tupperware. It’s that simple.
Its time we put down some roots. Having lived in five different houses, in the last eighteen months, Whitney mistakenly took our recent stay at a hotel for her “new house”. Yes, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before they come knocking on our door and forcing into our hands the “Parents of the Year” award. Which will be fine as long as they let me set my wine glass down first. Also, I hope to take the “Offering Your Children Much Needed Stability” category, as well, but we’ll just have to wait and see! Squeal!
Anyway, it’s been concerning me that our little gals have had so much upheaval over the past couple of years. I mean with adding new family members in 2006 (Whitney) and 2007 (Heidi), then all the moving from here to there and then finally HERE, I’m just concerned. Ben and I have worked really hard to make sure they know they’re in a secure place, even if their surroundings have been a little loosey goosey.
We hadn’t originally planned to live out of boxes. Ben and I we’re both raised in our respective childhood homes and had planned on raising our kids accordingly. But then, someone knocked over the economy, held it down and punched it in the throat. So we sold the house and now live like gypsies. Minus the beads.
I mean, what I meant was, we’re giving our kids an unparalleled opportunity to live in a foreign country, experiencing another culture and learning a second language all while eating really good tacos.
Wherein the house we’re currently living is as sexy and uncomfortable as a pair of stilettos, the new house will be family friendly – think flip-flops. It’s a one story, orange house, with enough space to spread-out. Also, we’ll be losing the concrete staircase and hopefully, with the wind now on our backs, heavy couple’s negotiations.
If you go down stairs and bring back up the bug spray, I will put the little girls to bed.
O.k. fine don’t, but I ALWAYS go up and down when you ask me.
No my leg IS STILL hurting so can you PLEASE go down and get it for me?
I will not miss the death march or the marital strain they cause.
Post Script: As of two months of this post’s date we moved back to the US. We left the Tupperware behind.
