our day of departure

We fly home today.
That is if our flight is still scheduled.
It's snowing.
In tEXAS!!!
Out of all the days, today is a snow day.
The children are so excited to see their daddy.

Let's hope that happens today:)

the big bang

last month we pulled into the parking lot of a BBQ joint to grab some

 take-out with the in-laws.

while grandma was ordering inside, we all waited in the car.

 then the boy decided he wanted to go inside too. he jumped out of the car and ran full force to meet grandma. except he didn't see the glass door in between them!

he hit the door with his head and fell backwards. it was the loudest bang!

adrenaline rushed in and i ran to him as fast as possible. i was seriously prepared for blood, knocked out teeth, or a broken nose

because the door was completely cracked up and down.

the crack's orgin was right at the level of his head.

he stood up and nothing.

no blood

no bruise

nothing broken

nada!

he screamed for about 2 minutes, but quickly calmed down when the store manager brought him a sucker.

talk about traumatic huh?

My last depressing post

so this is what my house looked like when i left:

i couldn't take it any more.

hotel life just isn't for me.

so i fled.

to my sisters.

fled to my real home in austin.

i know i might sound dramatic, but being displaced from my home has really affected me.

i'm slowly coming out of depression here, but i still miss that comfort zone. hopefully it will be finished and free of mold when i return next week. until then, my love is still back in cali, and me and the kids are here in texas. i miss habibi (my love in arabic).

my house is slowly being put back together after being ripped apart.

Hotel life

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Life has been slow these days. For 18 days to be exact. That's how long we've been living in a hotel. I finally ripped up my carpet and found mold underneath. That's when they moved us to a hotel.

One word.
Miserable.

I love my home. Wherever I've lived, it's been my sanctuary. My comfort zone. My haven. I've lost that, and can hardly function without it. The past three weeks have been emotional. There has been a war between me and my management company. Fix it? Move us? Pay us? Do nothing? I push, they push back HARD! Davids parents were in town for some of this drama which was nice, but now it's just us, trying to live a normal life out of a suitcase and off of fast food (blah)! No sewing, no crafts, no cooking, just laundry, carrots, tangerines and asagio bagels. Until I get more news.....

Wish us luck