We Are Moving Come Hell or High Sewage Water

Sometimes, all you can do is go with the flow

Kendra Sparkles
Good Vibes Club


Photo by Richard Bell on Unsplash

Ten months.

That’s how long it’s been since we moved to my husband’s hometown. My family has been living in my father-in-law’s house while we search for a place of our own. While that might not be a big deal to some, as a stay-at-home mom with no home of my own, I’ve become more unhinged than usual.

Can you imagine me even more unhinged? It’s frightening.

I need my own space. I need to be able to walk around in my robe with my hair resembling Big Bird’s nest as I pour an entire box of Waffle Crisp cereal down my throat, Garfield style, and chase it with milk straight from the carton.

My father-in-law returns from his winter condo in two weeks — the same week we are set to move into our new house. This gives us just enough time for damage control so he can remain blissfully unaware of the chaos we’ve unleashed into his pristine home.

Did I mention every damn piece of furniture in this house is white? My two and three-year-old decided to collaborate on a marker masterpiece that takes up an entire kitchen chair cushion. If you ask them, it’s a picture of Bronco in a rain hat, grocery shopping. Makes sense, our family dog is big on rain gear and typically does the…