All Good Things Must Come to an End

AAAHHH...we have been so busy the past week. Between entertaining my sister's family and taking the Daddy to see friends and family we haven't had much time to stop and breathe. My sister had stated that all she wanted to do while they were here was sit and veg, but every, single morning they woke up at six raring to do something. We went here, here, here, and here. Jacob and his dad traveled to southern West Virginia yesterday to see his other grandparents. Adam wanders around this house looking for his "bo-bo". We will meet them down there this weekend and head for home. We will spend a couple days with the in-laws (Lord, give me strength) and then spend a night in Lexington, Kentucky with Derick's cousin and his family, a guy he hasn't seen in at least ten years. I just hope they drink because I am thinking a few longnecks is the only way I am going to be able to make it a stressfree situation. I am definitely not looking forward to the long, long drive, especially with two kids, two pets, and a car full of crap. I am not happy about having to see Houston again. Honestly, I hate it there. I can make the best of it and enjoy my life and my family, but after spending the past 2 months here in a virtual nature paradise, I loathe the thought of being crammed in with my rude neighbors, fighting traffic and mosquitoes, and being a slave to the AC once again. I would love to move back here full time. Yeah, I know there isn't much here, but I think that is what I like about it. It sucks that my kids can't play outside for six months out of the year down there. It sucks that they can't even run in their yard because we have a yard only a flea circus could love. It is so different here. I can drive a few miles before I ever meet a car. The AC has been broken the whole time we have been here, yet we haven't really missed it. We play outside all day and never once come in with a mosquito bite. The neighbors stop and talk to us here and actually remember our names and lavish love on my children. They mow each others lawns if someone goes out of town. I know we will come home to a letter stating that we better mow our lawn or the HOA will get their lawyers after us.....friendly huh? Yeah, I am a little bitter, but I will get over it. I consider this place my home and it's always hard leaving home. BUT....we may not be living in Houston long, opportunity is knocking.....