Reconoitering

The last two days I went out to the house to do some exploring.  I went once by myself to do the mundane stuff: you know, measure for curtains, find the nearest grocery store, figure out how to turn on the hot water heater.   

I went to the Town Hall to get my dump sticker (and beach sticker!) and presented my lease as proof of residence.  Both my and my husband's names are on the lease (we have different last names), but as the clerks were filling out the permits, both of them used my husband's name (and only his name).  It's not a huge deal--I like my husband's last name, and it is my children's last name (although the clerks had no way of knowing that) so in a certain sense it is the majority name in our household, but since the name issue was already on my radar screen, it raised my hackles.  Maybe I'm just watching too much Mad Men.

I've been so worried about saying the wrong thing about the move and traumatizing The Boy that I realized I have neglected to tell him anything about the move.  Ahem.  So, yesterday I took the kiddos out to our soon to be local playground.  They mostly fell in love with it: it was clean and quiet and not covered with these absurd black safety mats that blanket most of the playgrounds near us in Brooklyn.  But it was a little too quiet.  "When are my friends coming?" The Boy wanted to know.

Ah yes.  When indeed. 

Comments

[Monica]

Oh, I can relate. We've been talking to H about his new school for weeks now. He even visited it twice. We thought he completely understood what was happening. Then yesterday, when we were talking about school starting soon, he said, "I get to see Miss P again! I am so excited!" Ahhh...

[Cat, galloping]

when are your friends coming? As soon as you call us, silly! :)

[caramama]

You didn't say something to them about the names? I guess it probably wasn't worth the hassle. It would have raised my hackles, too though.

At least the playground is nice and clean. Hopefully, there will be a time of day when it's full of new friends.

Good luck with the move!

[Megan]

oh, wow. That's one of my big token fears about leaving Brooklyn. Of course, a happy medium would be nice - we don't need to have a line for the swings, just not an empty playground! But enjoy the beaches, and the room, and the friends will surely follow close behind.