After a two week adventure with two kids and two dogs that had us sleeping (but mostly NOT sleeping) in four different hotels and without most of home’s comforts like personal privacy, a backyard for the dogs or a room to send the kids to, we are safely and snugly installed in our new home in San Antonio, Texas.

I have come to realize that I don’t want to move house any more.
I definitely want to travel and take fun trips with the kids but moving house? I’m too damned old for this shit.

We’re barely unpacked, but after spending the week bent over boxes (and not in the good way) and having to take motrin before bed every night, I’m taking a break from the unpacking.

The sky is blue, the sun is shining and my margarita is cold.

The 5-year-old is having another tantrum but now we have a room to send him to.

Life is good.