We’re Here…

and I’m exhausted, yet wide awake. For the second night in a row. 

So the kid, my dad and I made the ridiculously long trek to Chicago in a rented SUV and arrived yesterday evening. I now sit on the floor of my new apartment surrounded by boxes, suitcases, my sleeping kid and my sleeping dad, typing away on my brand new laptop (woohoo!) feeling completely overwhelmed and in over my head.  And I haven’t even started school yet. Boo-hiss.

Today was a shopping spree for the apartment, which would have been a lot of fun had I not been the one paying for it. My pockets are a lot lighter, my friends. My sleeper sofa does not arrive until next Saturday, therefore this fabulous hardwood floor and I have become fast friends.

AB appears to be…adjusting.  The tantrums are a bit more frequent and her schedule is completely off. Of course, I am the one who is supposed to set that schedule but it is a bit difficult when I am a bit discombobulated myself.  The biggest issue has been that she is just so loud. This was not a problem at my parents house in the suburbs where the only people who could really get annoyed was my family or in Massachusetts when her infant cries were softer and could be easily soothed. The only logic behind tantrums are that the kid didn’t get her way about something  and the thought of being a pushover mom makes me cringe. I’m sure it will get better once she starts school and we get into a routine.

Tomorrow (or rather today) is School Day.  First we visit her preschool then it’s off to the law school so I can handle administrative stuff, buy books and hopefully get excited again about this whole thing.

Then on Friday, my dad leaves and I am all on my own. *gulp*.

Moving Pains.

For the past few weeks I have been going back and forth on how exactly I plan on moving to Chicago with AB: to drive or to fly?

While flying seems the cheaper way with the cost of gas as it is, by driving I would be able to take a great deal more of our stuff and will not have to worry about the logistics of getting various things while I am there.  So overall it seemed like the better investment.

AB still has yet to grasp that we are moving to a new city, that she will be leaving Kamora (her bestest friend in the whole wide world), and that she will be starting school. 

We leave on Sunday. Therefore I have roughly 6 more days to get everything squared away here.  I have been “packing” for a few weeks now.  In reality, I feel like I have just been moving stuff around. We have just accumulated so much stuff. 

This is a brand new start for us.  This has been the first time that we have lived alone. After I left her father, I moved back in with my parents. So, in a way, it has never been just me and her.

My excitement is coupled with trepidation as I think about my classmates. I recieved and e-mail from one the mentors that the Student Body Association matched me up with and she’s younger than me! I have only been out of school for two years, but I am already feeling like I’m over the hill. I worry about missing out on the bonding that inevitably happens over drinks in the evenings. I’m going to need to find a good babysitter with a quickness. Give me a break, my social life has been considerably lacking for the past three years. 

Who knows maybe I’ll even start dating. *Gasp*