This momma is wild

Well, the Fonseca family is moving back home to Chaparral. The neighbor hood we are living in has been overruled by tweakers, neighbors that play their music to loud, and drug dealers. In other words not an ideal place to be raising a little girl. When we first moved here it was a perfect starter for Jason and I, nice and clean, but it has been three years since then and all I have to say is YUCK!

As I am packing all of our little skeleton trinkets, our Bob Marley bobble head, and roll up Violet's "Nightmare Before Christmas" door poster, I think of the years that have passed. I think of how much our lives have changed, in these few short years. We went from party animals and evolved (or devolved) into mature, clean, hardworking, tired, adults.

I love where I am right now in life. I don't regret anything from my past, even the danger to my health and well being past. It was all an experience. But I wouldn't go back to that place ever. Drugs and druggies are no longer a part of my life. Partys are not what I wake up for, and leaving the dishes in the sink are not acceptable! We both live for our daughter now, and it is a beautiful life. Even the dirty diapers.

So you are probably thinking "where is the comedy?" here it comes.
PACKING SUCKS!!!! all I have to say is I better get my $300 deposit back, because I am busting my balls on this place. They should just give families with babies back their deposit when moving. Because believe me it isn't easy to be packing with the little one all over the place.

Here I am on my hands and knees scrubbing around the toilet with violet giggling and practicing standing holding on to my sweats, while pulling down my pants. Woops sorry world my butt is hanging out, but the child STANDS! And then you are stuck like that, butt hanging out for the world to see because you have already packed the curtains, but you can't move to fast so you don't knock down baby.

Next you have three open boxes with stuff all stacked pretty and neat inside them. Turn the corner for 2 minutes, only to come back and find that Violet doesn't like the way you have packed, and takes it upon herself the take every thing out just so you can do it again. Fun. I remember my mother telling us as kids "if you don't wash the dishes right you are going to have to do ALL of them over again." (always just a threat never followed through) Violet must have gotten that from her.

When you are on a roll you are on a roll. hard to get on a roll with breakfast, bath,snack, lunch, bath, snack, dinner, bath, and between all that play, and lots of diapers.

Violets boxes tower over Jason and mine. The girl has a wardrobe that would make any Holly Wood starlet drool. When did our toys become insignificant compared to her toys?

very slowly it is getting done. And after all the cleaning, the tripping, the crying over her infant clothes, I sit down on my couch exhausted and see that it is all coming together. Then I stroke my leg and realize I haven't shaved in a week and a half, and think "damn I packed my razors!" oh well, I am probably to tired to shave them anyway.