No Wife! No!

Let's say one night you're scrolling through a local Estate Agents website and you see a house. In the area you've always said, "Wouldn't it be fun to live in that little village?" You know, the village you spend most of your days driving to and from.
Let's say you're impulsive and shoot off an email asking to see the place.
Then you agree to let the place.

You begin arranging a move. At your own expense of course because the military had no qualms with you living an hour away from the base.
Could it be possible to schedule the move during the same weekend that your son has agreed to take on a visiting French student? Why of course it could! Well, done.

Oh, I know, add a birthday party into the plans.

Hey, it'd be a great time to sell the Hubby's car too. You don't need three now that you're leaving your three-car garage. (No, we're not idiots, he bought a safer car and when we listed his old one to sell, his gear box on the new one disintegrated the first week he had it. Now's the time to part with the old car....).

Hmmm, what else? Oh, boxes are £3.00 EACH, so you need to slowly collect what you can from shops instead.

Expose your toddler to sick people so she can acquire the flu the same week you had planned to sell your excess stuff (since we're seriously downsizing, that means just about everything), attend school luncheons with your child, participate in Bike to School week (our poor bus people) and put an ad on the base for your Brio and Geo Trax so people can email and call constantly.

Did I miss anything?

Oh yeah. There is one more thing you should do if you've managed to commit to all of the above.


Meet Jake.
We agreed to adopt him today. My husband has GOT to learn to tell me "No" once in a while.

On second thought, we are idiots.